life these days has become so difficult that it has lost control of both the sense and the feelings. writing ones thoughts by pouring onto your personal recorder/diary, gives a glimmer of hope to carry on with positivity in a less positive universe conspiring against the human consciousness.
In the morning, when you get up expecting everything to be the same as it was yesterday, you are indeed mistaken. Life throws such immeasurable tantrums at you that you don’t have time to assemble the pieces together and you start get going all along with such shattered pieces, in a way, accepting life’s challenges and moving on.
This morning, I got up with some bitter news rambling all over social media about Bollywood actor, Irrfan Khan’s, sad demise. I wasn’t expecting it today, or tomorrow, or ever in my life. I mean, yes, we all have to go back to our origins, from where we came, but it’s real hard to accept that such personality has left for the eternal abode.
The year 2020 is, indeed, the cruelest of all. T.S.Eliot has rightly put it when he says in The Wasteland, “April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land.” It’s not just April that has, for times immemorial, testified of being cruel, the year we entered into, 2020, has equally participated in this slaughtering process.