Aman's Blog....

 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 ...

 Some days are just not good. Today is just one such day. A cursed day. Today morning I got the news of a person in my neighborhood who was infected and had been undergoing treatment from last few days. But despite that he was tested negative, he went into coma and it seems, he couldn’t recover from it. Today morning, when I stepped out to buy some fruits, I got this terrible news. I am not just sad – am shattered. Hearing this was like getting hit by a god damn effing truck. It’s said that time flies. I still remember I was a kid and was playing in the park outside my home. This neighbor’s house was getting constructed at that time. I clearly remember that day when they carved some words in the front of the house. They renovated later and changed that design altogether.  Most of the place was empty at that time with just a handful of houses constructed. Then his son was born who unfortunately, wasn’t mentally very strong. Then two daughters who grew up with me. Finally, h...