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I walk through the
corridor, recalling all that
has happened this week.
The political blame game
between pro-government
and pro-opposition groups
had started a virtual war
on social media.
Conversations are rife with
what the government ought
or ought not to do or
what this government has
achieved. I obser ve all this
with distaste, noticing the
intense polarization be-
tween the two groups. But,
I realize something. Who
am I to argue when I hav-
en’t complied with all the
safety regulations either?

In this population where even the educated are uncouth, heavily
polarizing people to be alive to their respective causes, discrimi-
nating against those who don’t subscribe to their cause, I realize
something. This countr y needs people who can stand above their
differences and can take an unbiased stand. More importantly, we
need people who can act with equanimity, who stand unfazed by
political agendas and vested interests. We need a
population full of responsible people who can take
responsibility for themselves and this countr y.

But indeed, in this cauldron of disease, both physiological and
psychosocial, I obser ve. I notice the clouds brewing up a thun-
derstorm. I walk to the balcony again for some fresh air, and
I notice that the dark clouds are brewing a thunderstorm. The
temperature started to drop. The street was now a bit chirpy. In
the basketball court below, a few students were playing crick-
et. As I obser ve all this, I see some hostelmates gathering for
their exercises, bringing a pair of weights, resistance bands and
a mini-speaker. Noticing all this, I think, “ The people of this
countr y love improvising, don’t they?”