Mitali laments the countless deaths, grief and losses during the pandemic. It’s a dirge, exclusively for Different Truths.
The combined grief of men matters — the combined pain. I mourn, mourn the loss of uncles, aunts, parents, friends. I mourn, mourn the loss, the passing of an age that is gone — gone is an era, an eon, an epoch of respite in their smiles. Those are lost. I miss the love, the heart, the kindness, the gentle touch, the voice that said you matter. You are loved. All that is gone. I had thought I was strong. I could take death in my stride and move on. But I find the cracks growing, growing into wide rifts that distance from Others. I find being loving kills. In pursuit of the strength to love amidst this chaos of death, in this unloving, disrespectful hate-filled, venomous wait, I sing to the sadness of fate. I sing to the strength of love that gives without expecting a return. I sing my dirge.
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Mitali Chakravarty is a citizen of the world. She writes and edits with the hope of creating an equitable Earth that transcends artificial barriers created by manmade institutions. In that spirit, she runs an online journal called Borderless. She has been widely anthologised and published. Her life revolves as a mother and wife around her two sons and husband.
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