The monsoon season is drawing too an end. We have been having sunny days. We have not been having even occasional rains for some days. We were told that it is raining in some places. Today morning it was raining very heavily for more than half an hour in our area and it had not rained elsewhere. This year our monsoon season too has been different. Everything has been different this year!
The number of people getting infected is increasing. It was terrible to read the number that there were more than 9500 new cases on Sunday in our state. It is being reported that people are not wearing masks and not following the rules. But for so many the fear of unemployment and hunger is more real than the virus. Most people are fed up, but what to do?
It is a very difficult time for all. I have some friends who are above 70. I talk to them sometimes and most of them are lonely or depressed due to health problems. It is sad listening to them but I call them, maybe it helps them. I like talking to one friend. She is so positive. she lives with her son and family. She keeps herself busy. She loves making crochet bags and some have asked her to make for them. They insist on paying her but she takes it reluctantly. Listening to negative thoughts hurts and every morning I do Yoga and a little meditation. It helps and I also hear the birds calling out to each other, it is a very soothing sound. That is life.
About two years ago, I heard about a lady who committed suicide. Earlier she had called many of her close relatives but all had been busy and asked her if they could talk some other time. If someone asks me if I am free and could they talk to me. I never say no even if I am busy.
One of our neighbour’s son is building a house on their land opposite our house. His parents have lived here since the sixties. His mother used to tell me about those days when there was forest in all the places where there are now so many houses. They rarely ventured out after dark fearing wild animals. There were so few houses. We have seen the whole place changing since 1982. Unfortunately, green trees have been taken over by concrete jungles. Don’t people think about the future?
We go for a walk every evening, either to the lake or to the park near the temple. We see children playing there. It is good to hear their laughter. Wonder what will be their future be like. Will this year have an effect on their lives? It hurt to read in the papers today about children being made to work, to make ends meet. Some of them said maybe they will never go back to school. Their childhood is lost forever. The tragedy of these days.
Trees are Earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
— Rabindranath Tagore