Time and again I have questioned my belief in 'God'. As a child I used to pray for good grades, and if I had failed in Mathematics (yet again), I used to pray for my parents to not find out about it. In hindsight, it wasn't praying; I was begging for things to this unseen creature who apparently listened to people. But somehow they never listened to me. After much back and forth, it was only a few years ago when I decided that I did not believe in any kind of god. It's been a decade since I last prayed or even entered a place of worship. I don't believe in this 'omnipresent' being; I only believe in the power of Self.

When little Elly comes to realise that she was the result of an unplanned pregnancy, she ponders upon her idea of and relationship with God. A god who let bad things happen to good people. She decides that if God couldn't love her, she will find her own. So, after a turn of events when her brother gifts her a rabbit, she names him God.

When God Was a Rabbit is a book about a lot of things but, at its core, it is about relationships and how you can develop a lifelong bond with people under the strangest of circumstances. Peppered with dry wit, dark humour, and the right amount of magical realism, I found myself engulfed in Elly's world quite quickly. It was difficult to put this book down for even a second; I loved it so much.

Some books don't have to be about something in particular; they can just be . . . Whisking you away from the real world and transporting you to a place filled with calm. I wish I had more words to say about the book, but reading it is an experience. You need to feel the emotions as you turn the sepia-toned pages of this book. And I can assure you that this beautiful story will have you wrapped around its fingers in a jiffy.