A Message from the Heavens
I lounged my body on my bed and sighed. Time droned on and washed upon the mountain of depression that was weighing me down. Everyday felt like a dark haze covering my mind, blurring all my memories into one feeling of ennui.
The days of the pandemic were ticking by on my calendar, and I was scrolling through the now infamous blue bird social media when I came across it.
Against all of the giant waves of existential emptiness, against all of the burning fires of bitter derision in the background of my country, and against all the caves of loneliness that we, as a world, were wandering lost in, a single beam of light pierced the fog and struck my heart.
Here in the darkest and most painful moments of my life, ascending up from the mindless and endless scrolling beneath my fingers, appearing from the void of internet content—a single ship sailing the turbulent waters of an Earth dying, a noble warrior against the tides of vitriol and hate—came a sight so beautiful, so eloquent, so emblematic of the feelings of our times that my breath was taken away.
Behold! Suddenly roiling down the flood waters of a street came a testament to the female power of resilience. It was so brave, floating down the water. With such poise and strength, it made the world stop and look. On its last harrowing journey in this world, it carried a message to the besieged world. Sacrificing itself, only the blessed onlooker knew what holy and final message this pot carried:
“This strong and independent biryani Ain’t need no Man”.