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My relationship with God was similar to those arranged marriages of yore. I had no choice and neither did God and we came together. I was two, maybe going on three when I saw my late mother light a lamp and I think this is the oldest memory I have of God.

After she had left, I sat watching the thin flame dance sinuously and then stared at the serpent-like object that swayed with the movements of the flame. It took me a few years to realise that it was the trunk of Lord Ganesh that I had imagined swaying. Maybe it did.

Like the first years in an arranged marriage, I, like an obedient wife, did all that was asked of me. I acknowledged God, and its superior status and went about interacting with it obediently.

But then doing something because it is your duty and doing the same duty with love and passion are the opposites of each other.

The years began rolling by but my equation with God remained the same. Duty, fear and blind faith, and sadly God did nothing to change my mind and feel otherwise. Thankfully, I was a kid then and had no need for a God who was a loving partner for my family elders provided me with what was required for my half-ticket status.

The only time, I thought of God was during puja days and festival times, when sweets and exotic dishes were prepared in the name of God.

Closing my head, I turn my memory around like that Possessed child in " The Exorcist " and look around and see that those days were largely spent without fear. Okay, without any major fear for I was just about ten or eleven years old.

This was the time, when I slipped on wet tiles and fell nearly twenty feet into a narrow well and survived without knowing swimming until my sorry ar.e was saved and dragged out by my Cousin brother Ravi Kumar.

I still remember the world above shrinking and going dark and all I saw was a point of light. The situation was not helped in any way by my thick hard skull that was bleeding heavily for I had smashed it against the edge of the well when I went down.

I am smiling now as I say the name Ravi that also means Sun and Light. I am not sure how long I was inside that well but it was more than the time needed for death to leisurely drown me and do whistling a tune and singing my favourite Tamil song created by my Guru and mentor Kannadasan.

Ponaal pogatum poda

Indha boomiyil nilaiyaai

Vaazhnthavar yaaradaa

I confess here that I did not pray, scream and yell out to God to come and save me. The only thought that came to my mind in that dark well was " Fight, keep fighting................" and then it goes blank for I don't remember anything more but being pulled out of the darkness and bleeding heavily.

When the time for a haircut comes and when the saloon guy is finished, he takes out a large mirror and places it behind my head and I look at the reflection in the mirror before me and say, okay. Thalaiya kuduthacchu, Irundha mayiraiyum vetti aachu. Inime mirrora katti enna prayajonam.

But, just before he removes the mirror my eyes catch sight of the six inch long white scar on the left side of my skull, just inches away from my left ear and I close my eyes and drown myself in memories of Yore.

I remember the soft velvety feel of the water. I still remember how it tasted and how it gave me no support to stand on and in the darkness I see the walls closing around me and I see death as my body tired and gave up and along with it I too gave up and began to sink.

I remember that point of light and all I felt was immense sadness and I remember asking " Why?"

More than four decades of time and life have flowed on, yet, I am asking the same question. WHY?

I write because I can, and I do that because I feel and maybe secretly am trying to heal myself, and yes.......................some of those who read this until the end.

I am not sure if it will help my thoughts will help but I want to believe, that it will.

Today, my relationship with God can best described as that of a friendship between two souls who have known each other for a long time and grew up with each other. We reach out to each other only when the need arises. For it or me.

The boy who went into the darkness and came back with light.