In these gloomy times, faith keeps us alive. (COVID 19 STORIES )

This is the fourth month of the year 2020, and this year has shown us how the world was around 40 years ago.
                    These times are so dreadful , yet peaceful. lots of time, but not for interacting with human, lots of money but not to party and eat out, lots of feelings yet no one to express to.
I miss old times .
                       My mother once told me about a monster roaming at night who would destroy our lives if we got out of our homes, but now i realise, the monster aint so big in size nor do i need my karate kung fu skills to fight the monster. We all are fighting the most advanced version of any war, more than the world war, and who is unstoppable because we still cannot see it.


EPIPHANY.

Never will i buy a dog or a cat or any animal and cage it. I have never had pets in my life, but i can feel how miserable can life be , for the animals stuck at zoo, that too alone, with no internet and video calls with their loved ones and out of their homes ,till they die.

                                                          I feel the nature is retaliating , making us realize our own mistakes in life and teach us how to be aware of the fact that there is a super power, the NATURE, the EARTH, never to be undervalue them and stop being greedy beings.

But look at the world,  which is still after its economy. When will humans realise that money is just a piece of paper. Humans are economy. WE, are everything.  Is it too late ? Is it too late to open our minds? Is it too late to think about the dreadful things we do to our planet ? Is it too late to show gratitude to each other ? Is it too late to be HUMAN and show a little HUMANITY ? Is it ?!?! ((

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