The Viral ’20

And the people stayed home. And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still. And listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently.

And the people healed. And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, mindless, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal.

And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new ways to live and heal the earth fully, as they had been healed.

“And The People Stayed Home” by Kitty O’Meara
Palliative care giver & writer
Madison, Winkinson, United States 

The deceiving viruses. I have seen them under the electron microscope. The deadliest organisms, yet the most beautiful creation of the nature. Just like the this flower, Cadamba (Neolamarckia cadamba). Utterly deceiving, yet aesthetically alluring. They are the integral part of the nature, just like us. Exists in this earth even before our arrival. Yet we, the humans, are vulnerable before them, despite the natural term – symbiosis. Because we broke the rule of the nature. For the power and greed.
The pandemic clouded my mind. The virus seems to knock my door. The atmosphere was fear mongering. I was sitting in the centre stage of an amphitheatre. Trying to see the world in bits and pieces through the holes. A nightmare that I witnessed.
It was psychedelic. My synapses became numb. As if I was under the effect of LSD. With full of hallucinations.
The suspicion and mistrust filled the air. The misnomer ‘Social Distancing’ did the rest. In the history of mankind, we truly became unsocial for the first time. The door was shut for everyone, even for the most beloved ones. The politics got its ‘Pawn’ – the virus with rumours. And made the move. Checkmate!
Thus, aggression and violence were settled in the minds. Even my city’s famed ‘intellectual’ space. The community, who has grown as a part of city’s cultural icons for last hundred years, became the target. In the public spaces, they used to call as ‘virus’ or ‘corona’. They are my neighbours. They are gradually leaving my city. One after another. Creating further cultural vacuum in the city of reminiscence.
The masks and money were probably the most discussed topics. The global economy drowned to the deep like never before. And local economy sporadically boomed. Thanks to the masks and hand sanitisers. In the tussle between the virus vs. 60% ethyl alcohol, the corruption continued. People lost the jobs. Lost their shelters in those cities, which they believed to be their home. Yet I tagged them as ‘migrant’, despite the citizens of the same land. They tried hard to swim back to the shore. Many survived, lucky enough. And few others died on the way to return to the place where their heart belong to. The home.
Children went to the solitude. Schools and parks were closed. Devoid of friends. Terrace became their world. Work from home became the new normal among working parents. The behavioural change among the children of the entire world was shocking. Irritation and aggression was growing to sky high. They want the virus to ‘GO’. But when, no-one knows.
The world lost its citizens. The families lost their beloved ones. In millions, everyday. Not just for COVID. But its simultaneous effect on the healthcare system, that broke like house of cards. That was disastrous, especially for the geriatrics. Just like my father. A forcibly retired hemiplegic physician, suffering from urinary sepsis. A physician who did not get a place in the city hospitals. Hence, departed. Alone, at 76.
The darkness was everywhere, even during the broad daylight. The dusk is settling slowly. The tinge of vermilion is gradually fading away the dark cloud. The prayer is going on. The vaccine is on its way. The science is waiting for its triumph, once again. But in this difficult hour, the world is probably needed more shots of ‘humanity’. The dawn is not far away. Peace.

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