Amidst shattered dreams And puddle of tears, Monsoon from heavens Rains on Hopelessness! Sorrows of the soil Churns from deep within, Pushing to rise above grief, Embrace purple pleasures And live once more!
When there is nothing left in the world worth seeing then the man looks towards God!
The making of time cannot be avoided. Only our sense of understanding it can change.
So quickly Year 2020 brought August to us that we hardly prepared ourselves to welcome it. Infact, nobody seems to care about it’s coming. The ravages 2020 brought to us is far from over.
Since we are running slow with all the fears engulfing us amid Covid 19 pandemic, we are hardly noticing the ticking of clock. But the time will not stop even if we cease to exist.
People are fed up now and the virus is peaking. They want to enjoy the freedom though time and again they are jolted by the fear of the virus which brings their sense back.
A certain incident happened which brought a rare smile on many faces. I was outside a grocery store and the keeper was struggling to persuade the crowd to maintain social distancing, they made a herd like bees.
They were relentless and stupidly ignoring the virus looming around them. I took it on myself to teach them a lesson. I marched towards the most belligerent one who was arguing at the top of his voice. I told him to calm down and follow social distancing as it is for everyone’s safety.
But then he confronted me and asked, “Excuse me gentleman, who are you to teach me wisdom? “
I chuckled and observed many faces attacking me with their looks though the shopkeeper looked at me with hope, the hope of saving him from that chaos.
I replied, “I am no one but a victim “. Everyone got confused, they became curious and I prepared myself to give them a final blow.
I finally revealed, “I have just returned from 14 days of quarantine”.
The words echoed like fire through kerosene. As soon as I said it the most belligerent one jumped few feet backwards and the others followed too. The entire crowd was shell shocked.
They were suddenly haunted by the virus. I became their virus though I was lying. My weapon was fear which brought their senses back.
It brought smiles on the face of the shopkeeper and many onlookers. And everyone came back to their civilised best and followed social distancing .
I guess that’s the purpose of fear. It really makes us feel alive. It injects a sudden thrill which we need from time to time in order to comprehend life in its purest form. That’s the true message of this pandemic, slow down, amend your ways and feel the precious life which we ignore very often.
I am grateful to all the people who gave so much to me in spite of my ignorance. I am grateful to all the things nature has given to me in spite of my apathy.
Though I will never be satisfied and desire for more because it is my weakness to be seduced by worldly things. And for that, forgive me. I am just a mere soul trying to outshine the dark!
Mystery blogger award
I am deeply humbled to be nominated by drpassenger or Poshan Belbase for this award. He has a nice blog on poetry, Travel tips and other amazing work. So if you are travelling to Nepal, his valuable tips may come handy. He is a budding blogger so support him and follow him here https://halfmelody.wordpress.com/
Sunshine blogger Award
I have been nominated by Nida Khan and Benjamin for this award. I am grateful for their precious support in my blogging journey so far.
I have been nominated by Ranjhini Madhwan for this award quite some time ago. I am sorry for the delay. She has a blog on her temple visits and some deep insights on her spiritual journey. Follow her blog here https://httpranjustraveldiaries.travel.blog/