Testing Times....
I did want to write this blog few days ago but one thing or the other came up and it just got delayed. If you have been a regular here, you should have known that one of my neighbors scummed to this bloody pandemic. His entire family was infected. That’s why no one didn’t visited the family. There is a ritual here that prayers are done for the departed soul for 13 days. I did want to go and attend but again, I didn’t. But within this time period of 13 days, I did meet elders of the family who were sitting outside the house. I didn’t sit for long, may be for 5 minutes. But it was still just so painful. At such moments, there is nothing that one can say which will ease the pain. It’s not that one has lost an object or vehicle or a gadget or an ornament. It’s a life that we are talking about that’s now gone, for forever. Anything said won’t change that fact. But it’s important to go and that’s why I went there. Did come back, took shower, changed clothes and then just sat thinking ...