Look Sonal, you can’t keep talking to me if you don’t believe in me.
Well, technically that’s not true. Anyway, I just …
So you’re still deciding whether you believe in me or not?
Kind of, that’s besides the point …
Sonal, of all the religions you could have been born into, you realise that you scored the jackpot, right?
I don’t understand, do you mean how widows are treated?
That’s not me, that’s the bloody … ok, I concede that I see where you’re coming from. But that doesn’t diminish the fact that you were born into a religion that has a pantheon of my form to choose from – there are even several feminist versions of me, I don’t understand how I can’t appeal.
Uh, you’re god.
Capital G please.
Sorry, you’re God, uh, I thought you knew everything.
I’m mysterious too.
Ah, gotcha … well, no I don’t … look, I just wanted to have a word with you about the weather.
Are you going to do this a lot?
I’ve see you’ve created a new tag called “Sonal talks to God”.
Oh, well yes. Those three weeks of sun were very nice.
I loved them, didn’t complain one bit about them.
Yes, I know.
So why is it cold. Wellington is having better weather than us! It’s meant to be summer here. Three weeks does not make a summer make.
You asked for sun, you got sun. For crying out loud, I have actual believers who need me
So that’s a no then?
No to what?
Giving us a proper summer?
Yes. I mean, no. I mean … oh dammit, you’ve got me confused … I should smite you.
Cos I’m a lapsed Hindu, I don’t think any of the Gods in Hinduism are the smiting for no other reason whatsoever sort …