How to stop climate change & save Earth? Read this Story. Kinchit Bihani
Title: How I killed my mother?
I am lying in my mother’s lap, still gentle and warm. But, she wriggles in pain.
“Don’t you worry, mother. You will be alright.” I only spoke what I wanted to hear.
My mother will leave me soon because she is going to die any moment — now. I will be alone, when she is gone. Who wishes to die? …. In her case, I made this choice. This is neither a natural death, nor a suicide. It is a murder, and I am the murderer.
But you know what. I have become a victim too, a realization that I have discovered only after I committed this crime, which I did in no time. What would you think of a person like me?
Hate me, stone me, hang me. But at least hear my story first.
She always had me under her sight, when I did not even know there was sunlight. She pained herself to feed me milk and food, when I did not know what for me was good.
We laughed together and we cried together and this was what I thought was life altogether. She met all my needs, and this is something I peacefully concede.
Then an outsider came to our home.
The outsider had charms, and I felt an intense attraction. She cautioned me to stay away from the stranger, but I welcomed the outsider in our lives against her wish, because I believed it’s ok to be selfish.
Time passed. My liking for the stranger took shape of love. She cautioned me that the outsider will do us more harm than good, but I said to her, “This is my life and this is how I feel good.”
Time passed, and the situation got worse. Conflicts started to arise, which filled her eyes. She wept … and … wept
I became more brutal. I took her wealth and plundered her. I tried to burn her, drug her, axe her, all works of a psychopath, but she still endured my wrath.
Now, her end is in sight, and only then I realize no one would call me again “my child.”
“Stay with me, mother. You are going to be ok.” But my tears only support my fear.
I close my eyes for a second and pray, “God, please help me! Please! Please!”
Just then, people tell me a potion, by name of coronavirus, has arrived and is floating in the air. What it has done is told us what is fair. My mother begins to heal, and I can’t tell you how I feel.
I immediately decide to throw the outsider — greed — out of my home — my soul — and cherish my mother, my mother Earth.
There are thousands of governments, millions of businesses, but billions of us. So, let us unite to save our mother.
My book (below) generally appeals to Earthlings who worry about the state of the world we live in and want to make a difference.
You can watch a beautiful representation of this story below.
