You didn’t do enough.
But, I did. I clapped my hands, I clanged vessels, I even blew a conch.
And what did you do after that?
We, defeated it, didn’t we? We were allowed to celebrate.
It wasn’t about defeating. You didn’t defeat it.
Ok. It wasn’t about defeating. But we paid our respects to the doctors and the nurses and all the other staff in the health industry.
Yes, and what did you do after then?
Why, I went to celebrate. I am a free person. I am allowed to do what I want in this free country. Last I checked it was a free country.
So what did you do?
I just went and celebrated with a few of my friends. We had been cooped in all day. We had beers, I think. Corona, just, you know, sense of irony and all that.
You didn’t do enough. That was the wrong thing to do.
No, it wasn’t. I did my duty as a citizen. I am careful. I was careful. It’s a virus. Do you know about my immunity?
It’s not about you. It’s about that pregnant lady in the neighbourhood, your neighbours’ aged parents, that recovering cancer patient, that shopkeeper with diabetes and hypertension, that girl with an autoimmune disorder.
I didn’t go near any of them.
Yes, but your friends might have.
So that’s not on me, right?
It is on you. You did this.
But, I am alive. See? Untouched. Doesn’t it say something? I am the chosen one. I am special.
Yes, but it’s only you now, you see?
Me? I am the voice you should have listened to before you let the world end.
The world hasn’t ended. You are just exaggerating. Nothing can happen. Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?
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