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The plinth of income generation now overlooks from an altered height – earn for life sustenance! Prior to pandemic outbreak the economic direction of the majority envisioned life upgradation more than sustenance. It had motioned the people to continue earning to uplift living standards and ensure they do not remain stagnant in economic viability. The microbe has captivated the human race and so has it impacted the direction of life also. Now it’s just a matter of managing to sustain life, breathe. In the process, they deviate from the direction along which one was moving, shift to another and continue moving stamping the feet on uncertainties every time they face a curb. The people have come a long way. There are personal and professional arrows which directed them to motion in life amidst any hurdle. Adaptation was their cue. Dependence on them was their push. And the pandemic was their kink. Hovering over many is a clueless air on what should be the next breath. This situation they...

I grew up, to the seemingly eternal cuddle of deep pamper. I grew up, to the fragility of growing up, To the brittle air, to the 'confident' upbringing.!  I grew up, to the musings of critics, Paused in the tangent of 'donts', Harmed in the struggle to meet the 'dos'. I grew up, to the shuddering touch of fear, To the reluctance of 'a hold'.! I grew up, amidst ignorant waves, That baffled the shores consecutively, Too occupied to look at the observers. I grew up, among the crowd, who demanded a stranger from me. But i grew up. As I watched myself, Shift my gaze from playful innocence to hope, to fear,  to suspicion, to happiness, to cries,  to secrets, to ignorance, to solitude... to me.! I grew up. -mumthaaz

Let me pixelate into the Ocean. And dwell among the reefs.! For the reefs are chaotic yet silent. And silence is beautiful.! -mumthaaz

It was a sign. An indication of a change. The dawn in some tone of apricot. It was unusual. And I could hear the trumpet of my heart, From above. Came he. Gentle. Cold. And touched. As soothing as it was, I lifted the lush eyelid. I fell in love. I broke open the ramparts. And bloomed in ochre. "Beautiful", said he. And he drenched me. While I swayed captive. I knew the time not, Until the dark took over. And said he, "Golden is what you deserve, The dark is deceit, So am I " And the he coerced, While the ochre petals triggered. I cried. To twin him. Yet he shunned. And then he left. I still bloom. In the fragrance of his petrichor. I bloom. For me. -mumthaaz