This too shall pass

Three months have passed. A constant daily reminder is given  in our smartphones in  every few hours that how death is looming on us rest we become easy on us. One month has turned into three months. With increasing time spend within the walls of our homes, media does not lose a single chance to remind us of the deaths happening. Information is the need but it is like an unstoppable rush of water which comes after a dam is broken. It is surprising and out of control. 

If death has been of the actors we admired personally, also of a doctor I sat in front of only once but know his existence. It also has been of the one schoolmate I knew from distance. Is life this much fragile? Another turn and we are ashes. Why so much pride in every second of our existence then? 

But unfortunately, nothing pierces heart more than death in youth. Cause maybe anything, but a long age is the wish from every corner of  our heart. 

Before this pandemic too there were news of death, but now it has become an albatross. It's ability to enter our homes have increased. The whole ego of being the most evolved species seems to have dissolved in unseen waters. 

All the hierarchy, differences and geography melts away at the knowledge of loss of a life. All that remains is the warmth of the person. But why is it so difficult to practice when the person is living. Do we need to uphold life at a greater pedestal than death? If death would be at higher place than maybe we would forget how to celebrate life? Who knows where to find the answers. 

For now, all that is present in heart is this anxiety to overcome the defeating factors , this ability to survive against all that may go wrong and accept, what was scribbled by someone on a wall near classes in law school that " this too shall pass".