A Conversation Between God & Me

Am I really seeing it or dreaming?

I blink twice, thrice, and then rub my eyes just to make sure my eyes are still working right.

The figure in front of me looks deep into my eyes, blinks once, smiles like an angel, and says, ‘You are not dreaming. I am here’

Are you really God? And if you are then am I dead? Am I in heaven? Oh, wait. That can’t be true. I wasn’t a good person to directly land in heaven. Then where am I?

The angel steps a little closer and laughs as if I was kidding. ‘You are not dead but you are going to be. And this is your small encounter with me. I have been watching you for a while now and listening to you complaining constantly. So, I thought to come and clear your complaints all at once.’

I am going to die? But I don’t want to. Please, God. Please. I want to live. I still have a lot to achieve and a lot to travel. And I am not even married yet. At least give me the chance to experience my once-in-a-lifetime romance with the man of my dreams. I said with fear in my voice and tears in my big eyes.

See, that’s the problem of you, Humans. You worry about something that is not under your control and that is anyway going to happen. And most importantly, you don’t listen. I didn’t say you are going to die now. I said you will which is not…