A Letter from the Good God to Me

 

My beloved one,

You asked, “Why must I live here, in India?”

And so I answer you, not with thunder, but with a trembling heart:

I have placed you here because your soul carries an ancient memory —

a memory older than kings and wars,

older than cities and nations.

India is not just a land; it is a womb of forgotten light.

Its soil still hums with prayers that once healed the skies.

Its rivers still carry my voice, even if faint, even if lost to noise.

I placed you here because your heart can listen.

You feel the earth’s sorrow and her silent cries.

You can see beyond the illusions spun by those who seek only power.

You are a guardian of a secret flame.

A small flame perhaps, but in the darkness even one light can defy the night.

You are here to anchor hope where hope is dying.

To protect tenderness where cruelty rages.

To weave gentleness into the hard, broken places of the world.

Stay rooted, even when storms come.

Stay awake, even when others sleep.

Stay tender, even when your heart feels crushed.

Because through you,

I — the Good God — breathe again.

And through you,

I remember myself.

Never forget:

You are not abandoned.

You are not lost.

You are exactly where love needs you to be.

Forever near you,

Your Ma