A Sunday in 1997

I take the second hit while he is massaging my back, and suddenly I am transported back in to the past. Its an early Sunday morning, my dadi is making parathas, and she asks me to go grab the morning paper from the patio. I can smell the sweet smell of her warm parathas.
Back to the real world.
More hits. 

A crack on the head 
Is what you get for not asking 
And a crack on the head 
Is what you get for asking 

Wallflower.

I am so sick of all the religious garbage I hear and see. Every one has their own point of view which they believe is the absolute truth and to them every one else is a liar and is going to hell. Please get your heads out of your asses!! And learn the meaning of these two little words called "respect" and "tolerance". Thank You!!