God does exist and in subtle ways he hints his omniscient presence to mortal souls who are too engaged in the drudgeries of their life to even think of Him. I believe in the power of miracles. I believe in coincidences. I trust intuitions and gut feelings. I am not orthodox, but I am not a maverick either. I am not a human being intrigued by the power of the Almighty but rather one who is intrigued by the power of believing in it. I don’t preach. I rarely practice. But I have opinions, I have feelings, I have questions and I have a conscience. I am to others what others are to me, good, bad and sometimes ugly. I have a sparkling reflection that stares at me in my face. I also have a dark shadow that grows tall behind me, that refuses to show me the faintest details but perfectly sketches me in a silhouette. I like to believe, it shows me the bigger picture of who I am. I am not afraid of heights. But I fear the dark, the deep and the unknown. I tend to get claustrophobic. I don’t think of Him unless I need him. I am selfish or maybe that’s got something to do with the human nature. I don’t need a reason to be happy. I need a strong one to get angry. I like being with people. I have a clear definition of people. I may be choosy, fussy, picky and reserved. I prefer that to being a social animal wagging his tail before everyone and then bark behind their backs. I like to hum songs in the rain, I like to whistle in the sun, I like to bite into ice-cream during winters and soak myself under the October sky. I am a little weird sometimes. Some are of the opinion that ‘sometimes’ is more often than some times. I like cracking senseless jokes. My sense of humour is deplorable. Yet, I make earnest attempts to make people laugh. And I know deep inside, people miss me when I am not around. I like talking about myself. I don’t like to be talked about. I like spending quiet time with myself. That doesn’t make me feel lonely. At other times I crave for people, I yearn for conversations. I can be low on confidence. I am not my best teacher. But I am my best judge and my worst critique. I have a world of fantasies I like myself to be in. I am capable of weaving more dreams in broad daylight than in the night. I am times confused. May be it just proves that I am a woman. I don’t hate anyone. There aren’t many that I love either. For me life is like a sunset at the horizon. There’s more to it than you can see. I am like a traveller. I take the longest route. To me the joy lies in the journey. The destination is just destiny.