Fire of the city lights
There’s this strange term ‘hope’ we come across every day. From the hope of getting good marks to that of getting into a certain well known course to living the life to the fullest and to the hope of getting just one more minute to live, hope is all encompassing. We all want to get into that utopia where what all we want is to let go; to lose everything to the omnipotent. Hope is the energy to some and a way of life to others but it remains an integral part of each individual’s life. In these cruel times however, hope has a different definition. For a Mumbaikar, it’s the prospect of reaching home safely, for a Kashmiri, it’s the prayer to not to lose a loved one, for a child in the tribal village of Bastar, it’s the chance to complete his high school and for a female foetus it’s the wish to make its way out of the womb. “These are desperate times my men”, Churchill would say but our premier doesn’t even have the courage to admit the wrongdoings, the sole reason according to him – c...