![]() ![]() Unlike stars, ether lasts for an eternity. If it was on me I would have turned them into ether, the negative blank space where stars float around. I have never bought into the idea that loved ones become stars after their death. Not knowing how to be useful in a dying world, I looked to Mary Oliver’s poetry for answers. Taking a day off from the humanitarian crisis unfolding in India was not an option for any of us. ![]() Deaths that could have been avoided if our government was proactive enough to provide adequate medical care instead of wasting money on organizing campaigns and election rallies, and other kinds of tomfoolery characteristic of those whose megalomania ru(i)ns countries. Staying awake became a harrowing experience in itself as it meant receiving news of the deaths of someone I loved or had loved at some point. Every morning brought bad news of one kind or another. Last year, around May, my country was badly hit by the second wave. ![]()
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