Goodbye to 2020.
Bidding goodbye 2020 is like feeling the loss of something not owned. I didn’t own 2020 feeling hunted by some dark stuff sitting beside me trying to grab me and eat me. I couldn’t connect with it emotionally, how would, I didn’t receive anything soothing, tender from it only melancholy and tragedies. I couldn’t meet our daughters, their husbands, in-laws and friends. No parties, no visiting Kerala that takes rounds with the families and friends there, travel and all such. (I don’t deny the bitterness and the confrontation extravaganza at the families there at times, Covid or not)
I’m sad, not bitter; we’re all safe not turned statistics to be counted among the millions who have left us, the reward from using masks and the sanitizer. The dark stuff whenever had set eyes on me gleefully got neutralised by that stuff. It’s a good idea to use them forever cannot let our guard down.
I am thrilled that I lived through this history-making year, humbled by the sorrows and sufferings of millions succumbed to the pandemic resisting with the last bit of their vital organs. I’m baffled by the financial, cultural, class, and caste divide between people in the nations boasting cultural and godly, and democratic. The covid-19 virus has thrown open the case of the vulnerability of poor whose best option is death in the case of a pandemic.
2020, I’m moving onto 2021. I’m anxious about what 2020 is keeping in stock for me and others. A new variant has struck the shores of South Africa and spreading fast, the second wave they call it. We can only hope for the better, not the worst. I see the open sky through my window, in a shade of light blue calm and saintly. I know there are stars beyond it that I can’t see but imagine their brightness.
I wish you all the same brightness for 2021 beyond the gloom of 2020.