Sand, Sea and Sun.

Heart Breaking!

We even couldn't find what is going through us—desperately lasting for sunrise. There are times when you fail to stop the thoughts that put you more down. Let it flow. It's always better to leave for the emotions to happen rather than blocking to change for a good time. Some people give you that hope, but sometimes nobody can help you. Remember that there are times when inhaling is a bit difficult; how would I overcome this suffocation? I lay long in my rug to have ease like a trunk that has no purpose. It is okay. Give me time; I will get it back. 

I know it is striving during a disastrous period; it is hard to believe that life will come back to a semblance of normalcy. I feel like my loved ones are far away,  some losses are unrecoverable, and I am abandoned in the dried hut. Who shall hear my woes? The crowd howled like this is the period of catastrophe; when shall we go back to the 'ordinary'? We longed for a sunset beyond skepticism; we sang for sail in the yacht to flee from pain. 

And we believe this period won't come back to us. Also, we chanted, never come back to us. After a long breath, this is the time to mourn. Repeated, it won't happen again. A fear, trauma, frustration, anguish is rooted in my hearts, a pandemic era. I am writing this blog while I am surviving on COVID 19 pandemic from India. It is a worldwide pandemic, and now it is harmful to my nation. We called it the second wave, and probably there would be a third wave. Do all these waves take us to the surf? One of the scariest years passed by holding older adults and infants. And like how a hen is saving the chicken from an eagle. All we see in the sky is an urge. 

What I and others are experiencing is surviving, apart from peace, happiness and celebrations. And we are craving for the same sand, sea and sun, where it took us to the horizons of hope. 

I am fighting; if I wouldn't, this caged life might take me to a paralysed palpable realm. How could I give up on an epidemic disease? I am more powerful than before to find myself, and I strongly speculate on a rebuild. I am floating in the sea. It gives me dignity even amid the situation. We dont believe in tomorrow, but we need to engrave for the sake of our dearest soul. I have continued playing in the sand till the sun goes down. And I go for a wander before dawn cracks. 

Historians will inscribe about COVID19 sufferings but be glad about a story of survival.

(Picture Design collaboration with Shabeeb Nattukal)