This morning, I was telling a friend on how to cope with anxiety,
When my own palms were sweating,
I wanted to tell her,
How I get nightmares about death,
But you shouldn’t start your sob story,
When you are hearing one.
I go to my mother, I tell her,
I’m not feeling okay. She asks, why?
I tell her
I’m thinking about the past, the loss,
She cuts me short,
As you shouldn’t start your sob story when
Your mother can’t handle it.
So, I go on with my day.
I get a text, a screenshot of a graph,
Of the number of people dying,
Now is the time to talk about it,
I text them back, I know,
I have lost a loved one too,
But they move on,
I get a call,
From a long distance friend,
She asks me, if I have some leads on oxygen,
I frantically call ten others,
Cause I know what breathlessness can do to you, but I don’t tell.
I want to scream or cry.
I read a book on how to deal with it.
It says, talk to people around you,
How can you grieve,
When the whole world is mourning?
Surabhi likes to read and write sometimes. Her Instagram handle is @surabhi.parashar.