v2
Reading the news these days is more terrifying than any horror film or book.
Today I was gripped for a moment by this thought: What if the last time i saw them was the last time I saw them?
The hopes for this pandemic to pass and for norms to return seem rapidly fading.
India seems to be a dystopian world onto itself... with the kumba mela and election rallies on one side, not to mention holi celebrations with people neck to neck in colours to symbolise the exuberance of the joy,
and hospitals and morgues on the other, wringing their hands in despair as there is no room to hold people in them anymore. No oxygen. No medicine. And now no flights out of India. No escape to Singapore, to London. to Philippines.
Like a city with plague, it is forced to close borders and contain death on its own, contain it by dying on its own.
My heart contracts with dread.
When will I see my in laws in person, they who live in singara Chennai?
When I will hold my best friend's son in my arms, who was born in Switzerland a full year ago? I yearn to squeeze him tight, to absorb through osmosis, all the life and hope he represents now in such bleak dark times.
I'm afraid.
v3
Reading the news these days is more terrifying than any horror film or book.
What if I never see some of my friends again?.
What if the last time i saw them
was the last time I saw them?
Rhe hopes for this pandemic to pass
and for norms to return
seem rapidly fading.
India seems to be a dystopian world onto itself... with the kumba mela and election rallies on one side, not to mention holi celebrations with people neck to neck in colours to symbolise the exuberance of the joy,
and hospitals and morgues wringing their symbolic hands in despair as there is no room to hold people in them anymore.
No oxygen. No medicine. And now flights from India ar3 closed off.
no escape to Singapore, to London. to Philippines.
Like a city with plague, it is forced to close borders and contain death on its own, contain it by dying on its own.
My heart contracts with dread.
Qhen will I see my in laws in person, they who live in Singara Chennai?
Qhen I will hold my best friend's son in my arms, who was born in Switzerland a full year ago.
I yearn to squeeze him tight, to absorb through osmosis, all the life and hope he represents now in such bleak dark times.
I'm afraid.
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