Crumbling homes

 Today, I am breathing. Still. I am grateful.

Yet- here I am- writing out of sadness and anger. World is a strange place full of inequalities. Some of us have it more, some of us have it less.

But the hope to normalize this to an average will never happen. I wont make any brushing statements that I am a better human being. That'll make me a bigot. 

There are enough of them who live in this world. Are bigots wrong? 

Imagine this- human beings will enrage on Twitter about how people have privilege etc. And then in their lives, they will naturally assume a role that will come with a position of power. And have a rationale to it. 

THAT. 

As people die around me, I have come to a stage where I am bothered only about my life and nothing else. So when people ask me, "how are you and family doing?"- I say: "I am fine. Alive. I used to think my HUGE extended family is a family- till my second cousins. But now. I am just saying it is the three of us. and our immediate parents.'. And on a day like today, it is just me. 

As the lives crumble all around me, my glass house is becoming thicker and stronger for my own defense. Out of fear. 

I shall breathe. For the night. 

Despite my best friend's father's death. Despite the fact that I couldnt go to meet him and be there with him and drown our sorrows together.