Every day I wake up to the same thought feeding on every fibre of my being- will today be any better? Will the fiend of a virus disappear just like our humanity? Every trickling issue which poses the innate good v/s evil rhetoric is so close to all of us- for we are one.
One race with each having one opportunity to change lives. I read somewhere ‘ there is only one race inhabiting Earth, the human race.’ It’s the most fundamental idea in the myriad of ideas relating to our existence.
While I find myself pondering about existence, some of us are barely living as one day melts into another. As we enter 102+ days of lockdown, I want to pose a simple question to all, did you for a second think about the ones trapped in abusive homes all this time? For them, opening an eye at the recognition of a new day is as worrisome as the fear of it repeating over and over again. Social distancing is not an umbrella term, as the world stays in so that we can go out when it’s safer it’s important to not emotionally distance ourselves.
On the few and single-digit trips I took to get the essentials (and a few rays of sunlight), I tried to pass a smile to fellow residents, the guards, strangers passing by. To my surprise, no one smiled back. Just a glance and everyone went back to being in a monotonous bubble as if the virus was enforcing non-social norms all around. When I came back, I realised it wasn’t me. Or the guard. Or the stranger. It was the mask. It was supposed to be my knight in the shining armour, protecting me against the unprecedented Covid-19.
That’s the day I decided, whenever I see anyone, I can smile through my eyes. For they can assure someone that one day, we will be free. Till then, hoping for a safer tomorrow.