Old Monk

The times are tough. Despite reaping the fruits of the plethora of privileges and having mastered the blessed skill of ignorance, living has become tough. While the effects of the scorching virus sending me into an endless cough fits are one reason, the major share of applause for breaking my spirit goes to the news I watch and hear. Like any other person in this giant country, I too wake up to news of people dying off breathlessness and lack of basic life-sustaining needs. Once dead, the bodies are kept, dragged and tossed around until they find a space to burn them. Like most of you reading this, I am broken as well. From the horrifying pictures of people carrying the dead bodies of their loved ones to the allegations of our supreme leader being an ignorant peacock, I have cried numerous times in the past few days. The lack of hope and “all is lost” is everything I hear inside my head. There are times when a human truly accepts defeat and there is nothing more horrifying than this.