April - note

Morning arrived and so did the Sun's orange rays. It perched on the side of my bedroom window. As usual, the air is smoggy and dispersing the yellow light. The morning is not the beautiful morning. It is impressing confusion. Sun remained silent and brightly hot. The wind is mildly cold. Indeed, these are early hours. The month of april is on its end. There is no smell in the air.

The streets are empty. There are isolated voices of pigeons, koyal and eagle off the sky or from somewhere they are overlooking the city from the shade of any building standing around. The city will soon be awake. Soon, there will be vegetable vendors lurching around at the top of their voices. Garbage vehicle would wander around playing on the encouraging social message and campaigning for cleanliness. 

Newspapers will keep on carrying the damning news of death and disarray from the deadly virus at the behest of the 'once in a century pandemic', as they call it. We are counting back our days and hoping for the best to arrive as soon as possible. Uncertainty somehow lingers with the undaunting political rallies, to which we ask, why can't they wait? The kumbh mela has breathed its last yesterday. There were people unmoved by the pandemic and kept on participating in lakhs in the shahi snans. I wonder, back from the so-called ancient Indian days when 'collective welfare' was the religious fervour, how so our way of life changed to this selfish individuality? Virus will spread with the crowd. Humans are the carrier. Are we living in a dark age? Oh, us!

As the day picked by, I could hear more sound off the street and the space outside my window. Vehicles and their noises have hit the road, aunties are interacting from their balconies... The uncle whom I usually see from my window, lingers in his balcony. He has a large tummy, unkempt partially dyed hairs and sleep in his eyes. He is carelessly strolling in the balcony in his undergarments. In time, his wife can be seen starting off her day. It is cheersome to see her in her free time. She would sit in her hall, veiling her head with a scarf, perhaps indulging in a religious script. She would also come to her roof and sit by the shade of the water tank, besides her green plants on several pots. I hope that things get better for all of us.