Privileged Solitude

Sitting comfortably on my sofa, sipping the hot ginger tea and toggling between news channels I was thinking to myself about the lonely life I am spending at present. At the very same moment, the sunshine lit my face and I thought of making the most of this lockdown and learning new skills and connecting with family or even pursuing the long forgotten passion of gardening or cooking.

Just when I was trying to figure out the meaning of life in my solitary confinement there was a mother somewhere on the road who was carrying her luggage along with her small child and walking to reach her home which is thousands of kilometres away in a hope that she’ll get a transport to reach there and maybe some food on the way. She and her children haven’t eaten even one complete meal in days. She has no time to think about the meaning of life or pursue passions as she has hungry kids to feed.

Why am I so privileged and why are they so helpless. Why can’t there be a balance. Where are all those people who had been on the roads protesting from months for the citizenship rights of the migrants from our neighbouring countries? Why are they quiet now? Where are the intelligent students of the esteemed universities of my country? Where is the group who fought for years to make a temple?

I know it’s not practical to come out on the streets in this situation but why aren’t we all as a community coming up with innovative ideas to help these people.

Even I haven’t come up with anything as such apart from donating some money in pmcares.

Let’s think of something and come up with some ideas to help those families get at least 3 proper meals in a day. They may not have time for passions but they don’t deserve to sleep hungry.