The balcony

Last year, I finally found the perfect place for me. It’s bathed in bright sunlight each morning as the sun rises on its face. Over the months, I’ve observed the neighborhood to be peaceful, with little traffic noise and hustle and bustle. On one side, a stunning lake, and on the other, the back of a technological park.

Compared to the past few years, this place stands out as a beacon of joy. Gone are the days of darkness, noise, depression, and emptiness. I’m thrilled that this place is none of those.

The balcony is the ideal spot to sit and unwind. It never fails to capture my heart, no matter what time of day. The massive windows that open onto the balcony provide the perfect setting to relax and enjoy a book. Although I have several books strategically placed within reach, I often find myself overwhelmed with gratitude for where I am today, no matter which book I choose to read.

This picture embodies an irony that is difficult to ignore. As the world battles a pandemic, and the Earth faces the harsh realities of climate change, people suffer from hunger and much more, I sit on my balcony, surrounded by the sweet sound of chirping birds and a peaceful calm. Chaos abounds, but from my balcony, it is invisible. How ironic?

Weeks have passed since I began hearing about the struggles of my loved ones. Many have perished, leaving behind an indescribable void in the hearts of their families and friends. I think about the doctors and nurses who have been tirelessly working to save lives. I also think about the incompetence of our government, which seems to be going against everything I believe in. Thousands are dying, and although I once scrambled to find help for my friend’s grandmother, my efforts were in vain. It is heartbreaking to witness so much suffering, and it is easy to feel overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness.

But from my balcony, there is nothing but peace.

Days are filled with conversations about assisting organizations such as Hemkunt and Khalsa Aid, criticizing the government, and being sanely threatened by the logics given by blind faith-idiots.

The question that now arises is, what more can I do? Have I done enough, or should I step out and offer my help? However, I am unable to step out due to the pandemic, or because I am not vaccinated.

The question remains: should I step out for help? Should I?