Musings of the end of (these) times

Dear (out of basic courtesy only) 2020,

You came as a surprise, stayed like a lesson and I wish to say goodbye to you like a tenant who has 

paid her due. A word of thanks might create an uproar in the mind of any reader, so I would keep you aloof from any warmth.

You taught me that life is just a four letter word, as Lenny Bruce once said. That it's okay to stay apart to stay strong. That it's okay to embrace silence at times. I learnt to appreciate the song of silence amidst the pandemonium of an ever screeching mortality. I learnt that we are all just flesh and bones, renting the world and trying to pay our dues in time. 

You gave me the word called empathy and showed me vulnerability of the humankind. You took away from me the millenial lingo called yolo, because each day felt like three days placed cheek by jowl. It felt as if I am living my three births in a lifetime.

You gave me a chance to recreate my playlist and add some soulful music next to the pop
ones, because at the end of the day, kya hi hai sab? Right?

I can't accuse you of robbing my last year of college as my woes seem trivial and I would rather wish to question you for harassing the innocents, the needy and the poor. I would question you for robbing the world of the young and the old ones, breaking homes and taking away jobs from them who were faultless.

 

I would have questioned you more but wasn't it our own fault to have created an unequal world at first place? Why did we tolerate the ever widening chasm only to shed handful of tears now when the ugliness of the unfair world mocks us? I only have whys and I guess silence is the only answer.

Don't worry I won't compare you with 2021 for time is just a conception used to measure quantitative entities and existence is qualitative, immeasurable and fleeting. Anand from the movie Anand would have agreed with me for sure. Don't worry I am not carrying any expectations because ummeed is conditional and duniya perpetual, and it rests on nothing but a solid rotating rock.

Well, dear annus horribilis, wish the world good luck, for you must.

Non-chalantly yours (out of courtesy only).

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