It’s not that we won’t get through this, we will, but when the battle is won and we go home, our homes won’t be the same.
I love speaking to my parents every morning. I’m also scared everyday about who will I hear about today.
Tag: Covid19
Faith. Blind?
Parents are shit scared. They realise how bad is the situation. Their network is full of infected and suffering people. They’ve lost friends and acquaintances. They will not hear one word against the God or his organisation.
Friends are shit scared. They’ve suffered and recovered. Their parents and siblings are infected but stable. They’re scared, not of Covid, but of the God who demands and commands this blind loyalty. They’re scared of what’s happening to the nation, the society, and their future and safety in it.
I fear for both.
I’m sad that I’m so far from both.
Indians away
Call my parents every day with an anxiety.
‘Tusi theek ho? Sab theek hai? Dadi ma, Dada ji theek hai?’
Maa: Haan sab theek hai
Phew. We’ve survived one more day.
I can sleep tonight.
Yep, that’s how all Indians living away from family are doing at the moment.