Day 3 March19th 2020: Little sunshine and stories brewing up for future
I wake up with some sunlight giving a bright start to my day. Atlast it is all sunny again I thought!
Sun brings in so much of energy within us which we can realise only if we are going through some monotnous dark gloomy patches. After calling up home my parents seems to be quite excited too with the 22nd March Janata Curfew in India.
As I was soaking the smell of the freshly brewed tea with some ginger to boost the immunesystem ( That aroma of tea is always a mood uplifter for me and works better then the most expensive perfumes or therapeutic essential oils) some lines started coming out of me as if my soal was singing those hyms:
We shall over come..we shall over come. We shall over come someday!!!!
Deep in my heart, I do believe...we shall overcome some day!!
Sweet but very powerful lines once born in this country during civil right movement. Later those were adapted by different nations in there own language as a protest/as self proclaimation/self assurance to boost up spirit.
I have not seen world war, freedon fight, the blood shed of 80 ( which happened in my state Tripura)...curfew, protest, panic were more or so imagination for me as the worst I could remember is when Rajeev Gandhi was bombed in 1991 and when Dr Rajkumar died ( I was in Bangalore for my graduation then).
So, this fight agaist virus by self isolaion and sheltering at home is a true cutfew I am experiencing for the first time. First time when we are stocking up stuffs for weeks and restricting breathing in the fresh air for days. Everyday I am praying to God for the wellbeing of mankind.
Hope to come out of it soon by all joining hands together and staying strong with all these self imposed restrctions. So henceforth we can too share about our experience about this pandemic and how we fought against it..
I wake up with some sunlight giving a bright start to my day. Atlast it is all sunny again I thought!
Sun brings in so much of energy within us which we can realise only if we are going through some monotnous dark gloomy patches. After calling up home my parents seems to be quite excited too with the 22nd March Janata Curfew in India.
As I was soaking the smell of the freshly brewed tea with some ginger to boost the immunesystem ( That aroma of tea is always a mood uplifter for me and works better then the most expensive perfumes or therapeutic essential oils) some lines started coming out of me as if my soal was singing those hyms:
We shall over come..we shall over come. We shall over come someday!!!!
Deep in my heart, I do believe...we shall overcome some day!!
Sweet but very powerful lines once born in this country during civil right movement. Later those were adapted by different nations in there own language as a protest/as self proclaimation/self assurance to boost up spirit.
I have not seen world war, freedon fight, the blood shed of 80 ( which happened in my state Tripura)...curfew, protest, panic were more or so imagination for me as the worst I could remember is when Rajeev Gandhi was bombed in 1991 and when Dr Rajkumar died ( I was in Bangalore for my graduation then).
So, this fight agaist virus by self isolaion and sheltering at home is a true cutfew I am experiencing for the first time. First time when we are stocking up stuffs for weeks and restricting breathing in the fresh air for days. Everyday I am praying to God for the wellbeing of mankind.
Hope to come out of it soon by all joining hands together and staying strong with all these self imposed restrctions. So henceforth we can too share about our experience about this pandemic and how we fought against it..
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