God is everywhere, and he is watching you!
The first time Rhia heard this she was seven. Her mother snatched the pencil she clutched between her fingers and put it back where it belonged – on the shelf of the gift shop they were at.
‘Have some fear of God’s wrath.’ Her mother reprimanded her. With an apologetic look, her mother turned the shopkeeper and apologized. A watchful Rhia learnt an important lesson.
‘Ma, who made God?’ She asked one day when her inquisitiveness got the better of her.
‘God is everywhere. No one made him.’
‘Is he here right now?’
‘Yes, Rhia, he is everywhere. Even inside you.’
‘Then why do we have to visit the temple every day?’ She complained. Rhia found in the wee hours of the morning only to visit the temple a cumbersome activity.
‘Uff! You ask too many questions. Come now, let’s take prasad.’
One month after her fourteenth birthday, Rhia was told she couldn’t visit the temple during certain days of the month. She nodded her head in nonchalance, even secretly pleased.
She already knew visiting the temples was unnecessary. God was everywhere.