This post is predictable. It’s about venting out my anger, fear and uncried tears.
Questions in my heart, I’m not sure who can possibly answer. This is the lowest low time for most of us. The events of this year have radically mutated my sense of belonging. I’m no longer the person who had tears swell up while singing the national anthem. This doesn’t feel like home anymore. Doesn’t home make you feel protected?
How did we come to this?
Why are we grappling for basics?
COVID has been around for sometime. Why aren’t we prepared yet?
Where is the assurance that it will be over soon?
Where is the action plan?
How are the leaders allowing this to happen?
How can we be reactive to an extent of mercilessly leaving people to fend for themselves?
Why aren’t we lighting candles anymore? At least it gave hope.
I don’t indulge in political bickering, and I don’t take any sides. I don’t want this post to serve as fodder for a political debate. I want to be able to feel safe again.
On Republic Day, each year, we put up a show of our armed forces. I want to see our preparedness for pandemics and other medical emergencies.
Once this is all over (I’m not even sure if it will be and if I will be there to witness it being over), I hope we are still seeking answers. We are still angry and unforgiving for making so many suffer. We are still invested in human life and so is everyone around us.
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