Buried under the mountain of pressure and loneliness during this lockdown, I was surrounded by dead silence and gloom all around. I looked for light everywhere, kept my eyes wide open but it was as if they were still occluded with the dry walls of my melancholy.
Then there was a wan beam of light, I saw a status of a girl in a writing app. I engulfed my happiness within my heart thinking what it could give me: memories or hurts. I logged into Miraquill and wrote down my first post. There, the wan beam got a little ardour and it pointed to my heart, I screamed with joy but only my heart responded.
There I began my journey of writing, From a nonchalant start to a passionate infinitude. My life shone a little brighter form a proposal of a great friend (now), to engage in my first ever anthology.
I grew since then, meeting new writers and perceiving their new styles of writing. It pushed me to an altitude from which there is no looking down. Thank you Mirakee, for your amazing part in my life. You made my life better in a way unexplainable.
I still remember the sleepless nights, Thinking 'bout you amongst our fights. I wished you were here with me, As we watch the starry sky with glee. You, holding my hand, And I resting on your shoulder and Finally when you say "I love you" And we kiss like there's only we two. Your endless tales of love, And mine with care, Both together we'll form A cosmos there. The stars will tease, While I'll blush by the breeze. They'll all talk about a new story Being the witness of another glory.
I live in a small street, with roads poorly built. I have more greenery than houses around. I love my surroundings but at the same time, sometimes they're boring.
I was enjoying school, this was my last year. But then came the ultimate challenge, the corona virus. I heard of it and thought it was a mere disease. Never thought about lockdowns, increasing from days to months. It all started with a notice from State, that there would be a lockdown for 7 days. Then another notice came from the Central government, 21 days, lockdown and curfew.
I was furious, I was shattered. My last year in school cannot be a disaster, I thought. I didn't want to study, didn't want to play. Until lockdown ends, I won't do anything, was my thought. But reality had other plans. And until now, I'm here at home, having online classes and wasting time happily.
Few days later, I felt the urge to go out a little, at least a walk in our street. I sneakily went out and watched if anyone was there. I was amazed at the sight which was infront of my eyes. There were fireflies, flying all the way till the end of the street. There were maybe hundreds of them, so beautifully aligned on both sides of the street.
I stepped out and heard the silence of the night. Without those honks and furious sounds of trucks' wheels, still there was a noise. Pleasant and commited, the crickets. Though it was summer, it felt cool with the blissful breeze and the soulful vibe.
I looked up, it was a new moon. I prayed towards it and closed my eyes. There, I was lost. Never since birth, did I underwent such an alluring and uplifting sights. The senses of eyes, ears and skin mingled together to make my heart bloom. It was the beauty of nature, I witnessed in it's true form for this lockdown. A lifetime experience of beauty with gushes of excitement.
I've been the cherisher of nature since time immemorial. The sacred and now-so-old banyan groves have grown in my lap. I've seen them playing with the birds those migrated. I've nourished them with my heart out.
I have children who love me, more than their lives. But oh my dear, they are in danger. Some children of mine, have claimed themselves as powerful, they forgot the wrath of God. They are going to cut these groves, these greenery for the black coal. Oh God! I don't understand.... Why destroy the lush greenery for those dull, black things? My people are screaming and shouting for help, but still it's going unheard. Yes, I'm talking about one of my favourite parts- The Dihing Patkai Wildlife Sanctuary. They're going to destroy it. How could I let them do that?
Oh! My body is burning! Ouch! It's hot.... Yes, I'm burning, one of my part is burning since 15 days, continuously. It's the oil refinery. It's still burning. And the houses built on my body are still shaking. How could I see that? My people are dying. Forgive me, Lord, for they are too innocent now. It was their mistake.
This part of me is flooded. Oh, God. Bridges are broken. My people are crying and dying. Lacs of people have lost their homes and thousand of my animals have died. Can you imagine my situation? Can you witness your children dying every other day but so helpless, you can't do anything? Save me. 'Cause you all can. Please. My people need your help.
My children are crying with hunger. They don't have jobs. Unemployment has hit so hard. But the superior children of mine gave permission to the Bangladeshis to enter and live on my lap. Won't it create an impact on my people? I'm not so big to have room for other country's men. I'm sorry. I love my children more and they are dying. Knowing that, I can't handle that. For them, their culture is more important than their lives. They can't abandon it to others. Oh, such a vibrant culture, you'll give your whole life to understand it.
My message to the -
World: Dear relatives of mine from far and wide, we have been together once. This time, I need your help. Please tell your people to take a look on me. The problems my people are facing can't be described in words. If all people come together, we can make this issue a global one and help save an integral part of nature. India: My dear brothers and sisters(states of India), my people have contributed a lot more than what is showed in the Anti British Uprisings of Indian Struggle. See the history of Assam to know the impact it created on The Mughals. My floods are worse than Kerala, but my state is not no popular. So my people suffer even more. My condition is same as Kashmir. But my screams go unheard. (Don't want likes and comments and followers. But repost this one and make them read. Please)
Dear fellow Mirakeens, Please read this and repost as much as possible. We, Assamese, need your help, though we hate to admit it. Help us to make this a global issue. Lives of so many rare species of flora and fauna are in great danger. Help Assam, help nature.