Time: 2 PM
A Letter came to my house.
The letter read as follows:
I have walked on rough roads in life
I have heard fallacious arguments
About your existence or non-existence
I sense and feel that there is a purpose
Why are we living this life?
I faltered at first to ask you this
But now I am caged inside my own mind
There is only one way left
So, I am asking you this question
What is the meaning of life?”
The date on the letter was 20-11-1987
And it was addressed to me by God.
I ran towards the postman to find the truth.
He vanished into the sky and I never saw him ever again.
I turned the letter and on its backside, there was a picture.
It was my father looking young and handsome.
The letter was written by my father 30 years ago.
I entered his room and sat on a chair.
He was breathing heavily.
He was at the last stage of cancer.
Needles connected all over his body.
He lived as an atheist all his life.
I gave him that letter.
He asked surprisingly, ‘Is there an answer?’
I said, ‘No’.
He then threw the letter away.
I said, ‘There is no answer, but he exists’.
My father smiled and surrendered himself to death.