I have been an extremely moody blogger for long, but since the last few months, it seems that I am writing only to share the melancholy that surrounds me. Not a post I should write(for others to read) on a Monday morning and not that the good things aren't happening around, but guess, going out on the weekend or a weekday, the illustrations of the issues this world is grappling with have profoundly controlled the lens of my life. It is hard for me to accept as to how can we be so indifferent to be thinking only about the life that we could manage within the four walls of the house. Certainly, some of us are chosen ones that the disruption outside hasn't impacted us widely but has that made us think too much just about the family or us? Is the new normal just about being self-focussed, no matter how inconsequential we become socially or empathically? Do we even care as to what repercussions it would have on the new era we are entrenching, or the question remains just about surviving notwithstanding what comes next? With the Pandemic showing no signs of slowness, these questions are only going to have unbalanced answers.
--Sent from my iPad
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