God is a really finicky husband and autocratic father.
He gives you orders that you can never understand.
He gives you orders that are impossible to execute.
He’ll always tell you to do something that will put you in trouble.
“Don’t go home!”
He’ll never give you something that will make you feel warm and comfortable.
“Go out. Midnight. Dance there. Naked.”
Oh God! Where is the fire?
“No fire. Keep dancing and keep dancing to my tune.”
That kind of a fellow this
God is. What to do?
~ ACHARYA PRASHANT