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Call me Corona. Just Corona

 Hey There! It is me Corona! How are you doing? Well, don’t mistake my genuine concern towards your health for sarcasm. You seriously seem to be taking a great dislike towards me. That is why I decided to write this piece to you. Not everybody wants to be the bad guy always!

Let me first make one thing clear to you. I am a virus and it is my nature to spread. You cannot blame me for being my best self! And I always thought you people fall in love with anything that turns viral. Now I know I was absolutely wrong there. You definitely do not like anything that stays viral for long.

Last night I saw a quote on twitter that immediately caught my attention. Now don’t give me those surprising looks for using twitter! I am your most trending topic for the past one year. You cannot expect me to not take an interest in your most-loved means of communication! Moreover, there is a striking similarity between social media and our family. We spread from person to person and grow exponentially. So, last night I saw this quote, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade out of it”. Not many retweeted it, I don’t know why, but I felt that that one quote decides the nature of your entire race. 

If life gives you lemons, why do you stop with making lemonade out of it? Do you not realise that you also have to plant the seeds of the lemon? Life cannot everyday shower lemons on you! You have to make your own arrangements for your future needs with whatever resources you receive today. I pity, a microorganism should be able to teach a lesson to a multicellular organism!

I know, I cannot come to conclusions with one single stray quote. But, trust me, this is what I observed after travelling the length and breadth of your country. I have seen more of your land than you can ever imagine to see. You chop down trees and fence barren lands to be able to build a house there, I don’t understand when! You throw away seeds in dustbins and decorate your homes with paper flowers. Craftsmen and cultivators are dictated by people with no-skill but to dictate. You chop down the branch you are sitting on, and blame the tree for not holding a little longer. 

Even now, you are praying to invisible Gods to control this invisible virus. Do you even realise that you have to instead apologise to visible nature for your more-than visible destruction? 

You are filled with anger, grief, helplessness, fear and many other emotions. The blame for all those emotions finally shoots in my direction. 

If you haven’t grown enough plants to give you sufficient oxygen, why do you blame me? 

If you haven’t realised that health is more important than wealth, why do you blame me? 

If you haven’t understood that nature cannot be taken for granted, why do you blame me? 

Blame me, as much as you want. I cannot stop you from doing it. One thing, however, I want you to keep in mind. Please stop calling me Coronavirus. How would it sound if I start calling each one of you with your name followed by ‘human’? My name is Corona and I shall prefer you to call me Corona. Just Corona. 
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  1. Unknown15 May 2021 at 23:51

    It was so good and the idealistic thoughts in this article makes every to think deeply about the nature . finally really I liked the way u expressing it mam

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  2. kuppili16 May 2021 at 06:51


    Made Corona speak in it's own language...Corona told a lie...it did not originate from humans reckless disregard for nature...it was born out of human greed to grab whatever...into its belly..

    Did a good job

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  3. anonymously DP30 May 2021 at 13:02

    Very beautifully written. It really impressed me and kept me indulged the whole time. Really liked it.

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