Noble corona virus has slowed the world. For, we can reset our life...‼
Myriad of towering buildings are glooming not less to the beautifully riddled skies with stars and oozing moon faintly beneath the thin clouds. Yet the whiff of the perfumes of crowd along the streets has diffused. The stony silence of beings had broadly widespread to every pockets of the capital city mourning over the pandemic. The hopes of vaccine kept on dashing and it is my usual mere wish to be blessed with the resumed old texture of our normal life. I was drowned into the thought of denied possibility and hope of positivity began to fade to the electron nature of negativity. Our pleadings and Covid’s rebuttals, our prayers and Covid’s underserved blessings grew me more agitated. Relic of my past no longer seemed like mine with the transition brought by the noble corona virus.
Myriad of towering buildings are glooming not less to the beautifully riddled skies with stars and oozing moon faintly beneath the thin clouds. Yet the whiff of the perfumes of crowd along the streets has diffused. The stony silence of beings had broadly widespread to every pockets of the capital city mourning over the pandemic. The hopes of vaccine kept on dashing and it is my usual mere wish to be blessed with the resumed old texture of our normal life. I was drowned into the thought of denied possibility and hope of positivity began to fade to the electron nature of negativity. Our pleadings and Covid’s rebuttals, our prayers and Covid’s underserved blessings grew me more agitated. Relic of my past no longer seemed like mine with the transition brought by the noble corona virus.
The dreaded bearing news from BBS broadcasting the hike in imported patients to the country had the public spiting a curse. To make the situation even worse, CNN and BBC broadcasting the calculated digits of increasingly folding deaths further kept on panicking the factory line of the people. And, I am no exception. Ladder rungs of sequential thoughts started to fork out and days became stern. Days seem to extend its hour with every greeted new day. Layers of confusion kept on peeling and tears are preparing to get leaked. I am living the longest hours of night and insomnia became my companion. I am getting lonely day by day and it is starting to engulf my energy of joy. I began to spew my emotions even to the calls from folks who cared a great deal about my presence. My mind was muffled up, clouded and became incapable of sustained rational thought. Whereupon, I was convinced by some that my behavior is invariably uttering the infant sign of a mental illness.
The fallout of noble corona virus besides its deadliest engulfing of life, it seems promising to render some positive inducement that we got to delve patiently. After decoding the feedback from some, I listened to my inner call and it revealed my ridiculed inducement due to COVID-19. I can sense that the world has slowed so that I can reframe my strength and bring the change that I longed to see by hitting the reset button of my life. Seek and I shall find, I found my purpose and rediscovered my mystery of self for better when hell like incidence forked out before my preparedness. In the dilemma of mental ill and game changing phase of my life, I was
recommended a book “Turning Point” authored by Mr. Pema Wangchuk by my sister with a note ‘A must-Read’.
First glimpse of a book ‘Turning Point’ became my green light to move on and I had my mood on, to reading. I realized that I have not read even a single book after enrolling to college. Reading that book brewed my patience in writing and I loved doing it. I armed with pen and started to write a review of that book. That was not enough and I started to create personal blog (Peldensink.blogspot.com) and started blogging. After that ignition, reading and blogging became my usual chores and I didn’t find time to feel bore now. It took me as a broken man and pieced me together back to better refined being. I am currently reading “A thousand Splendid Suns” by Khaled Hosseini and it is my 10th book in the list of my reading shelves apart from
daily kuensel and blog post of some random aspiring writers. Reading and blogging became my patience not only a hobby amid COVID-19.
I feel my art in reading and blogging forever. Until the COVID-19 diffuses its way back to nature and break was called, I am only with the companion from reading and blogging. The outbreak of noble corona virus has served me as a blessing in disguise. For it reconnected my soul with the fantasy of reading and blogging. Though the current existence of all rife with the
difficulties of pandemic, I feel spiritually coined and philosophically injected soul. And, being a religiously breed one; I am brewed with enthusiasm to preach and aspiration to seek solace by reading to write and blog. I feel, I got blueprint of my life to find my right fit and that blueprint of my life is embedded in the reading and blogging. Now, I can smile as wide as the valley of Thimphu with the lovely books and blogging into swing to soothe my mind from the pandemic.
Cheers!! Pelden#Oloxs#Dorji
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