CORONA TIMES
Soon after getting up at about 5:00 am every day, I sit in my balcony for some time. Crimson sky from behind the Kasouli range of mountains greets me. Meandering thoughts start emerging. Mountains are wherever they were. Rivulets also continue to gurgle. Today I heard a Koel (Indian Nightingale) sing from the branches of a nearby mango tree. This was season’s first hearing. This melodious voice filled my mind with joy. I also see black winged birds fly over my head. But what has happened to the one who considers himself at the top of the creation? He who created wonders with his intelligence appears to have been petrified. Fear of the unknown looms everyone’s mind. Fading sounds of the hooters of the ambulances, especially in the cities, instill fears. Life in villages still seems to be normal. But if proper precautionary measures are not taken now-it will be too late. He has treaded the Moon and now is hectically busy in finding ways to settle on Mars! With his creati...