The Birds Were Always There.
A newsletter I didn't plan to write.
I was almost dead.
Yes, in 2020, in the first phase of Corona, I was almost declared dead. Spent around 20 days in ICU. Went through severe pain.
Humanity and medical science were dealing with it for the first time. And in haste, they didn’t hesitate to experiment. They tried a drug called remdesivir in the form of injections. I was given 4 shots at small intervals, in the hope that I would recover.
And I started hallucinating. I started talking to myself.
In the hallucinations, I spoke to Kundan Kishore (the son), Kundan Kishore (the father), Kundan Kishore (the teacher), and Kundan Kishore (a form that kept insisting I give up and let go. Give up on breathing, which was very painful, and die.) We would have long conversations. I’ll write about them one day.
This morning, I thought of re-igniting my newsletter and sat in my small garden to write. But something distracted me, positively. The chirping of birds.
Yes, I don’t remember there being birds around in my society pre-Corona. Or maybe they were there, and I just never observed. When I would sit alone in peace earlier, I would usually play a Kishore Kumar song. But that frequency has gone down. Now, I listen to the birds chirp.
I know you weren’t expecting a newsletter of this sort from me. But I thought, it’s better to say something than to stay quiet.
Btw, what change did you notice in your surroundings post-Corona?




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Always happy to read your posts 🙏