The Son Of God

The sun blazed hot and burnt Jasmine's nose. 

She smacked her lips and kept looking for Vivek, who, moments ago, was tagging along clutching her saree and blessing the hawkers.

Where could have he gone in a matter of seconds? Surely she was not careless enough to let him wander off for more than a minute or two.

For every turn she manoeuvred, every man she seized, she felt a surge of current make her hairs rise all through her spine. And die instantly on not finding him there.

Why that man had no right blocking her way from selling those dammed earrings. In her eagerness to quickly get past him, she kicked his shins rather fiercely. The pole carrying his imitation jewellery scattered all around and in the commotion, a crowd gathered. She jumped across an old couple and then she saw him, sitting beside a shabby black dog, speaking animatedly, pointing towards the gathering. She rushed towards her and pulled her twenty-one-year-old child into a tight hug!

"What were you doing here? Why did you leave moma?" 

"This dog needed me ma. He was hungry. I gave him a fruit and told him where I can be found if he ever needs me."

"Where did you get a fruit?"

"Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them."

"Mathew 6:26" she sighed