What is true love ? Kinchit Bihani
Title: I love you — Coronavirus
I have fought with my — loved ones— not just once or twice but too many times; not just for a day or two but as I grew, not just with words and mind but with anything I liked.
I still remember every thing about our fights — what they spoke and what they tried, how they betrayed and how I cried, how they tricked me and how they lied.
I told them how wrong they were, how hurt I felt, and how mean they were, no matter how much I knelt. They only argued and fought with me; that left me by surprise but made me wise.
What else could I have done? I can only hope that when they realize, they apologize to return by my side.
Since then, I have returned to my life. Still, they linger in my mind, from time to time, on certain days and nights, on certain moments of my life. The peak of our fight has long gone but a plateau is still not in sight. The more I think, the more they grow; the more I speak, the more I sow. So, over time, I have let them live in my thoughts, a status quo.
Then coronavirus came.
Everyone talks about it, thinks about it, every second of the day, every second of the night, every minute they work, every minute they lie. People watch from their windows as ambulances rush by, cry in front of mirrors with no shoulders left dry, breathing on machines and dying without a sigh. No one knows when this will end, who will die and who will survive, who will sink and who will fly, who will laugh and who will cry. Numbers are growing every day, leaving the Earth and touching the sky. Hundred, thousands, millions, billions, numbers are flying by.
What if one of “them” joins this list too?
What should I make of it? Should I think of them? Frankly, which I always do. Should I be happy that they are put on trial? No..NO! NO! I am a human and not a demon with the face of a human.
Or
Should I just be indifferent to them? ..um.. YES..or maybe NO. “No” because I have good memories too with them; memories that have escaped in time gone by. To be fair, I should tell you: we were always “We” before our fights, and only later became “I”.
I don’t know what they have in mind. Are they even thinking about me or not? What can I do to find out? If they were to whisper into my ears or come across, would I mind. Why would I? I have a heart. But they have not contacted me yet.
Should I contact them? …um… I don’t know..um.. I have been thinking…I am yet to decide…
Wait…Someone is knocking at my door.
“Who is it?”
“Coronavirus,” comes the reply.
What do I do? I am frightened. Not just because I can die, but also because I haven’t said too many good-byes; not because I am weak, but because I did not let my heart speak.
I immediately pick up my phone to make a call, and to say, “I love you, all.”
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