::: ABHEDA TATTVA :::

COVID-19 changed everything for us. While it ravaged us emotionally, physically and financially, it also showed us 3 sides of  humanity - the Exploiter, the Exploited and the Messiahs. While the first wave put us on high alert, boomeranged our sensibilities, helped us identify our priorities while showing us a new way of living; the second wave has been a harbinger of death and doom. The positive cases sharply soared and people fell like a pack of cards in huge numbers. Amid the surge, the need for Medical Oxygen and Remdisivir injections grew manifold. While Messiahs in the form of NGO's and individuals continued to work relentlessly from the front-line without fearing for their lives, we, also witnessed the birth of vultures basking in their new businesses. Be it launching a duplicate essential medicine in the market or hoarding the medicines, medical devices, oxygen cylinders and selling them at obnoxious prices unaffordable to the common man. These black marketeers profiteered...

In our life only one thing is certain. That is death. Death. A sudden jolt from reality. It shakes you up more when the news is of a known one. Here is a person who has pursued and lived a life of his/her dreams and ideals. A journey of many steps, thousands of miles and zillions of memories of every life touched enroute . Some people are aware of their death when in terminal illness. For the rest it comes without a warning. How are the last moments? What happens to the unfulfilled dreams, the unsaid words, the secrets never shared? If they were to remain unconcluded; why were they allowed to form in the first place? What happens in after life? Does the person become the observer of his/her's own life's final journey after the soul has left the body? Are emotions felt? Is there a world beyond as we all perceive?  I ponder as I reflect in yonder...

Holding on to the past is like trying to breathe life into a dead body that has already breath its last. It's the pain to revive it even when you know that it's gone and now all that remain are memories of the times spent together. Curtains down, one act of the play is over. The stage is empty temporarily for new and existing characters to take on their role. No one is singled out here. We've all had our share of losses but yet how we handle them is what defines the rest of the course of our life. Not letting go of the past or inability to overcome the past is like being caught in the vortex of the time warp that holds you enmeshed within it but there is no way out unless you wanna remain in the black hole forever or you wanna make an endeavor to step out of it. Its been a year less than a decade since I lost my dad but the mere thought of him or any family moments of get togetherness or any cross roads brings back his flooding memories rife with pain insane. Life...