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I realize that people are desperate to resume life, of the
pre-pandemic kind. I could feel the thundershowers cooling the
atmosphere, making this semi-ghost town come back to life. I
believe that this pandemic has at least made us cherish some
of the good things in our life that we take for granted. The
rain had become a spectacle indeed. Although the essence of
this sweet, summer rain was once experienced with the child-
ish howling of the students, now the hostel is almost deserted.
There was no excitement. The people here were indeed
appreciating their surroundings, but the environment was no
longer lively, it was more sober.

One of my hostel mates cranks up the speaker. I recognized the
voice- it was Eminem, but I couldn’t get any of his fast-paced
lyrics. I asked which song was being played. They reply in
unison, “Venom.” I smile at them, half-annoyed. What sort of
venom is coursing through the veins of our countr y right now?
Suddenly with the clap of thunder, realization dawned. I started
to obser ve ignorance. Ignorance is the venom coursing through
the veins of this countr y. With this realization, drops of rain
start falling from the sky as if to affirm my realization. But then
I ask, “What sort of price do we have to pay for this blunder?”

I return to my room. As I imagine the consequences of this
blunder, I can’t help but finish my packets of Potato Fitz, tr ying
to distract myself from this disturbing thought.

- SAUR AV D A S,
B PS Y, YEAR 1

P H O T O GR AP HY: MALVIK A SAH A
P H O T O GR AP HY : MAL VIK A SAH A C O NTENT S