I don't have a TV. I hardly ever read the newspaper.
No one calls me from Bihar.
But somewhere inside, an awareness is streaming.
During all my waking hours.
I sneeze. The body aches. I look at the sky. It rains.
I sit on the net. I browse. I weep.
The only other time I got this depressed was during the Gujarat riots.
But I don't fight it.
It is ok to be sad, when so many homes have drowned in water.