Today I had an epiphany about why I could be an atheist. The reason is my mother. She said something so supremely beautiful just sometime back that I fell in love with that thought instantaneously!

So during one of her early morning walks, she noticed a tree laden with white flowers near where she lives. And as she observed and appreciated the beauty of the flowers which looked like beautiful white stars in the morning light, a sudden interruption disrupted this innocent imagination that played in her mind: a devoutly religious person from our building plucked all these flowers to offer to “God”. And my otherwise cool-headed mother lost it and told this man, that your God has made these flowers for the sparrows to enjoy and not for you, to pluck them and drop them at an inanimate idol’s feet.

I am so moved by that thought. It’s so beautiful!

If this is how beautiful atheism is, I am so glad to call myself one.