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Krishna Muhammad and my wife

I looked at her in a way as if she was my Geeta. She looked at me as if I was a part of her Qur'an. My eyes started sparkling and her eyes did glitter, because all Gods were happy for this religious shun. She celebrated each day of my Durga Puja and I happily celebrated her Eid. We were slowly planting a non religious tree, where I was the water and she was the seed. I crossed her Mosque by keeping my hands open, she visited my temple, keeping her hands closed. There was nothing to be ashamed of, we thought; because we weren't creating a juxtapose. I didn't feel the need to see whether she was a Khoja, Bohra, Sunni or Shia. I guess that was my flaw, and my only hamartia. I didn't need to see whether she had a hijab on her head or kept it open, because that was totally her decision; a moral one and was not at all my pain. She too didn't feel the urge to ask whether I am a Shudra, Kshatriya or a Brahmin, because her thoughts were very open and high