Thoughts to Words

Cerulean sky, basking in the shimmer of the golden ball, on Friday, beholding a spring full of compassion, cascading down the rocks garbed in green, and burbling prayers into their crestfallen chasms of barrenness. The goals of perennial friendship swept the azureness of the sky's feet, calling the cosmos to honour the beneficent spring. ©songbriti

The last few days have uprooted the tree bearing fruits of ignorance in me. It is a situation where I feel as though I have been receiving wake up calls on how natural disasters define cruelty in a way I cannot even attempt to envisage. The condition Kerela is in now is something we all could have been in. The thought of living for days without proper food, electricity, hygiene and with hope submerged in contaminated water is devastatingly painful. Families losing their homes built with years of love and togetherness are similar to ships breaking apart and giving in to the callousness of the sea. Videos of the flood affected areas in Kerela passes through my heart like a streak of lightning brimming with realisation and the need to stand united as one nation, one world and one system representing humanity. The attribute of unpredictability that natural disasters have, leaves us at the mercy of the Almighty because it is beyond our control. As mortals the least we can do is contribute