The infamous second covid wave has been ruthless. Not too long ago, we (the urban Indians) believed that we were covid proof. We had achieved herd immunity and were above any variants.
Everything that happened in the past two months has been a rude shock. Each day, as I heard of people struggling for oxygen, hospitals, life, I felt more paralysed. Some of us lost loved ones, some of us lost health but all of us lost hope.
This variant defied everything that we had supposedly understood about the virus till now.
During the first wave, each day we were flooded with messages from people (each posing to be a pandemic expert) on WhatsApp university and YouTube. Our days were filled with different concoctions, home workouts and healthier meals. The Instagram stories boasted of pilates at home, low carb recipes and ginger, black pepper and raw turmeric kadha.
We did all that and yet the second wave couldn’t save many of us. It stripped us of trust, self confidence and mainly the illusion that money can buy anything in India. We had to witness our disappointed doctors plead and lose their own lives.
The second wave will soon end and hopefully we will be better prepared for the third, if there’s any. But the emotional baggage of the second wave is so deeply embedded now that it will take the longest time for us to trust the entrusted. We aren’t sure of the right ways to manage our health. Not anymore.
Very True description..
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