in November of 2017.
Nothing on TV or in print made sense.
The theatrics, the wars, the stupidity of important people, the rapes, the murders, the cheating giants, the lying clergy, the ungodliness of holy men and women followed by more stories of displaced humans, hungry humans, dying humans followed by lavish weddings, IPL and football scores: words in print and uttered by newspeople deadened me bit by bit.
NO More!
Enough! I said.
NO MORE.
I say NO to news.
And turned the telly off.
But news sneaked in sideways, silently, like a stealth bomber:
invisible and indestructible.
Disguised as chat on coffee mornings, clinking along with the cutlery.
As face-less forwards on facebook and whatsapp finding its way to family dinners.
But before I could cry out: No More!
It would spill itself out on the floor--in full view--for all to see and comment on.
No mops were dry enough to soak it all up.
Dribs of it would linger and taunt me the next morning over clicking lunch boxes and goodbye kisses.
Then the weekend of 'M' post arrived with
news from Syria and then from India.
Its sharp shards muted me.
No words. No words. No words came to me that day. None.
News silenced me.
Silence is a place I visit often:
for there
resides the light within each darkness.
Silence settles me.
It feeds me morsels of hope
to carry on
to do what I do
to do what I must do
to do what I have to do
to do a good job of being
of being human
of being a human being.
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I'm feeling settled now.
The churning inside is less sharp, more gentle.
The sky outside as I type out this post is full of birdsong and feathery clouds.
A rumble of thunder rolled a few minutes ago.
Perhaps, there will be rain in these parched parts.
Perhaps, there is hope for humanity.
Hope and beauty and kindness....
Sharing a short video I shot at Nongriat Village in Meghalaya last November.
Hope and beauty and kindness....
Sharing a short video I shot at Nongriat Village in Meghalaya last November.
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What have you said 'No' to recently?
Was it easy?
Has it worked?
