1 min read
06 Mar

Know not I, what the tomorrow holds 

There is light, yet there is also haze 

All I wish is the darkness to cease 

And the light to break 

To light a million homes 

Where everything has gone deathly quiet


I have been off the blog for some time, owing to numerous reasons. When your mind is clouded, the thoughts don’t flow. The words lack depth. They don’t portray the right emotions. But once having been bitten by this bug of writing, you cant stay away from it for long. So here I go again. 

Looking around, I notice it has been an arduous journey for most people in the era of COVID-19. Some have escaped with minimal impact. Many others have not been so lucky. We will carry scars in some form or the other in the days ahead. The tears will dry, the scars will remain. The whole thing is like PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder). You think about it all the time. The fact of losing one’s loved one or irrevocably (both physically and mentally) changing your loved one is hard to bear. With each passing day, you do not know what the next will bring. As you enter the corridors of dusk, you wonder whether there will be a day break at all!!  To me, this is a very vicious stranglehold. But one, which we alone can break. 

Gone are the days of long term planning. Today we have to live by the day and enjoy life’s little yet precious gifts. A cup of tea with your loved one or the fact that you are alive and well in itself is a very precious gift. We have got a chance to play the second innings of our lives. I hope we re-wire our lives and play them well. A life of simplicity and empathy will do us good in the current moment. 

This period is also of hope and seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Staying positive in the face of all adversity is the only way forward. Lets do the small things which we couldn’t do earlier now. Be it singing, writing, photography, volunteering, whatever gives us joy-let us do it. 

Walking up the stairs of my house, I noticed these flowers against the backdrop of a dark and dreary sky. Illuminated by the street light, they seemed to be smiling, giving us hope to fight another day.


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