And there I
was at the cross roads again battling not the omnipotent virus, but the
ill-fated luck of mine, which is far more baleful.
However,
the spirit in me is never cowed down by these recurring misfortunes. In fact,
it spreads its tentacles into thin air, fading into oblivion like nothing ever
happened. Just like the ethanol in the hand sanitiser that quickly evaporates
leaving behind a cleansed surface.
And the
mask thwarts the toxic compounds from wading into that intricate system that is
never overblown by the see-saw of differences in thoughts, reports, actions and
opinions. The stench is unbearable once the balance falters. No wonder, masks are
part of the new normal.
Cocooned in
the comfort of my cosy home, mind a monkey, and the stomach a hungry horse, I
sat there feeding the cyclonic rush of emotions charging through every vein.
But stand I will, stronger than before, and surge I will much ahead in
relentless pursuit.
Clicking
through every opportunity, reviving many a lost passion, learning the value of
every transaction, waiting in that train like a migrant labourer hoping the
final destination will rewrite destiny.
All I need
is a face shield, protecting me in keeping the infective elements away, wiping
out morbid subjects, helping me see through colour and content to focus on
healthy living.
