Seeing the plight of Jammu and Kashmir people with my own
eyes today, I realized how bad can be nature’s fury, once it comes into play.
Agonized eyes, stressed heads were running from this corner to that, looking
for someone to share their wrath with. Every new face was giving them a ray of
hope. Their tongues trembled while stating the pain they went through. It’s not
easy to see your own house, where you have spent half of your life and place
which is full of your memories, lying in shackles.
Old ladies looking towards the sky and wondering, how would
their children feed them when they can’t even feed their own newborns?
Newlyweds doubting the marital bliss they were dreaming of. Kids unable to enjoy
the freedom from classrooms, sitting inside damaged home looking for a place to
play, to sleep and watch TV. When the whole household got washed away, what
was left behind was rotten eatables, wet electronics beyond repair, clothes and
every other thing of necessity smelling of stale water. The words are not just
enough to define what they actually went through. Eyes on their own would start
dripping water, seeing them suffering. A lady stacked in the same clothes for
last 5 days was crying her eyes out, repeating her story to every other person,
to lure her pain away. But this is the pain that won’t go away that easy.
I wonder where the
government of special state was, hiding away in penthouses. Why the water of
floods which spared no one was pitiful towards these spineless retards? Why
people were dying but there was no news of a politician being in threat or
fighting the water crisis? This thought draws us to this conclusion that
disasters are only meant for poor. The rich will always get away; with money
they can buy safety from nature’s fury too.
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