She saw me lying and sweating under the sky that morning because I was alive. She is like the morning breeze, freshening mine mind from all kind of sins. She used to go straight towards east as sun rises in the east, the only universal truth she knew. To me truths are just too much complicated. Religions are complicated too. That's why I don't like to get attached to the almighty as I didn't get a chance to talk to him ever. That almighty never saw me sweating and that's why she couldn't understand the way through which I love to fit in every little things. She is the only reason I recovered that morning.
  I had felt her cheek in my palms that morning and realized herself as the only truth. I think that is love, the only universal truth I can bear...