Statistics have a way of deceiving you , they are only numbers.
Behind the numbers is a hidden story. Every day for past many days we see upwards of 3500 people dying in India.
The real numbers maybe higher, no one knows.
We get numb to the numbers , it’s just statistics.
The numbers flash daily on our television screens . The question being asked “have we peaked?”.
It’s a debate with two sides , it’s news.
Unless that number includes one of us , one of our own , near and dear one.
Behind that number is one family that is shattered forever.
One loving father who the children will never see again .
One mother who meant everything to her children and they could not even give her a decent funeral.
One grandmother who died gasping for air in the ICU , alone , afraid , amongst the machines that beeped all around .
Not even a hand to hold , to comfort, in the final journey.
One spouse who has lost their life partner while yet holding hands in the car , helpless , not being able to get that one breath of air.
One son , one daughter who was the world for their parents.
Behind that number is a friend who we spent time with every day sharing our fears of an uncertain future.
Behind the numbers are dreams of many families that are shattered.
The world will move on, we will finally get beyond this .
Maybe less than 1% would have lost their lives in this storm .
The statistics on television screens would be forgotten.
The news would have moved , it always does.
But for that family that lost the only earning member it would be a life of struggle and grief.
For that less than 1% of the population life would have changed for ever even if it was just 1 person lost.
For those who lost even 1 person the next morning will not be the same .
There would be a gap , a hole in the heart that will not get filled , ever.
Yes everything passes and this too shall pass.
Those that are gone would become a part of the statistics.
But beyond the numbers would be many stories, stories of real people .
For us our life will move on from one lockdown to maybe the next.
From one wave to maybe the next.
From one news story to the next.
But some stories would not move they would end.