For close to twenty-five days, the forest had been mute no movement , no sound, just stagnant with cool breeze whistling just like an air conditioner had been placed at the four wings of the forest. Beneath the thick gangetic trees lay a clumsy red mud, the world looks like nothing is working as the silence of people kept the world in a total sleep, just like a chicken laid in the fridge to sleep, muffled layers of stubborn grasses that refused to yield.
On her well designed but now shabby dress, Mummy principal had spent the long night watching the forest give out its best in all ramifications, icy ferns across their settlement. With almost zero solution to the predicament they found themselves.
Now they solemnly rely on the outside world to come to their rescue with Zero clue if anything has been put in place to come to their rescue.
For how long will this continue?
Are we going to leave this place alive?
These 2 questions cling to mummy's heart as she looks at the 45 that are laying on her foot.
When has quest for knowledge become a crime?
When has impartation of knowledge turned into an offense?
Every time I turned to my social media and see this, it breaks my heart.
All lives matter and should be treated as such.