Every time I shut my eyes I see mass funeral pyres. If I don’t distract myself with reading, writing and prayer, I crumble. Arundhati Roy’s long read on the dire situation in India put a lot of things in perspective but the gravity of the situation didn’t hit me until I messaged friends in Delhi. My mind hadn’t fully grasped that this time the virus cut through all kinds of divides. That this wave is not the same as the previous one India weathered. I messaged without thinking, wanting to help without knowing how, faltering in my attempt to find the right words. I gave in to my need to do the ‘right’ thing without knowing what the right thing was. I was put in my place swiftly and kindly. And I’m glad to say I had the good grace to apologise and abort. Sometimes good intentions are not enough. I’ve added links to the bottom of this letter for ways you can help.
Reading this post brings back memories of the COVID wave. I had lost a job then and the information overload on the net was too much to take it. I have read Kae Tempest's book and I admit I agree mostly with everything that you said in this newsletter.
Thank you so much for the extensive reading lists, archiving them so I can get back to them whenever I can.
Reading this post brings back memories of the COVID wave. I had lost a job then and the information overload on the net was too much to take it. I have read Kae Tempest's book and I admit I agree mostly with everything that you said in this newsletter.
Thank you so much for the extensive reading lists, archiving them so I can get back to them whenever I can.