Chintamani, God’s assistant in heaven, had a serious problem. His Outlook inbox was over-flooded with prayer mails from a lot of Indian families. Daughters, sisters etc from these families had been raped, attacked with acid, tortured in other inhuman ways. He wasn’t sure how to answer these prayers. He approached his manager.
“God, female humans in India are being treated very shabbily.”
God did not like being disturbed. He looked down from his golden throne atop a silver cloud and asked, “So? Human lives are fleeting. Mere seconds in an eternity.”
“But, Sir, the prayers?”