She opened her eyes slowly. Very slowly. Almost as if scared that the sound of her eyelids opening could rudely awaken her world. Which, when you think about it, really could.

She looked at the signs. The flower that was still asleep. Her bloom in nightly pause. She looked at the birds getting ready for another day tweeting. And she looked at the shadows. Dull, grey and lifeless.

“Mother of God” she exclaimed as she kicked off her bedclothes. “I’ve overslept again”.

After a super quick visit to the royal baths, she pulled on a robe and floated down to the floor where her multiplets ‘Sun & Co.’ lived. She saw what was the problem at once.

Sun One was in fighting mode and his opponents were ‘the Lord of the Clouds’ and ‘the Rain Goddess’.

“At exactly the same time I decide to shine” Sun One thundered, “you two decide to make an appearance”. From the reined in anger in the voice, it was obvious that the intrusions were not welcome.

And from the unapologetic tone in the voices of the two miscreants it looked like the beginning of a long fight. The Mother of God decided it was time for her to step in and crack the whip.

On the face of it, on earth, it thundered and miraculously the clouds cleared and the incessant rain dried up into a bright and sunny day. Sun One smirked and the Lord of Clouds smiled at the Rain Goddess. The smile was victorious because both knew that the fight was not over and who knew whether the Mother of God would be in a position to intervene the next time.

The environment came out of hiding. It was sunshine time. The flowers flew into bloom and the birds blossomed into flight. The sound of life hit a cheerful note. But suddenly everything halted mid stride. Something rare had been witnessed. God was coming out of his shell and it was obvious he did not like being disturbed.

“Do any of you know how many prayers I answer every day, every moment of every day. And do you know how many languages the prayers come in”.

“Hey God. Hey Bhagwan. Hey Ram. Jesus Christ. Ya Allah...” God started his tirade but was immediately stopped by the Father of God.

“Yes. Yes. We all know how tough your job is. And we also know that only you can handle it. But I have one small request and it has been pending for quite a long time”.

“And what request is that?” asked God, confused with his Father’s reminder.

“I sent you a note nearly two weeks ago, complaining about the use of my title ‘Godfather’. What used to be a kind word has now become a title every hood with a scar and every crime boss with a moll takes up. And Godfather has become a dirty word in the dictionary. All I asked for was some help in resolving the issue” said the old entity.

“The solution is simple” said God. Stop calling yourself Godfather and refer to yourself as the Father of God, just as Mum does”.

“Aah Thank you” rumbled the father, and life was back on track again.

I looked at the two children. Innocent and oh so cute. Well into their journey into slumberland. They were fast asleep. And it was time for me to punch the keys and deliver my daily message to the world. I shut off the lights, leaving just the bedlight on and smiled to myself at the latest session of story telling that I had just finished.

I drew some brew from the machine and took my first sip of the day. It was ummm heavenly. “Ohhhhhhh GGGGGGGoddddddddd”. I said.

“Coming”. said the divine echo. “Keep some coffee for me”.