The world is bubbling with emergencies and crises. We are at home, thinking we are safe. But are we really safe? The new normal is social distancing. However, there have been instances when people have socially boycotted others out of fear, anxiety, and stress.
My grandfather passed away after testing positive for COVID – 19 in April. He lived with his brother, who, like him, had no other family close by. After his demise, the entire neighborhood shut their doors on his brother, who was alone, old, sick, and helpless.
I lived 10 km away from his home and was saddened to see that his neighbors had boycotted him as he was officially home quarantined. Social workers even refused to get him his regular medicines. My brother and I walked all the way all with food and medicines, and walked back too, as there was no transport available, and then arranged for him to be brought to our home.
That walk in the hot summer sun with all the shops closed, not a person in sight alone, made me realize the weight of my own existence. The permanence of anything in the world is so brittle!