What if now is the good time

Okay. Now a bubonic plague is emerging out of Russia and China. And the permafrost, ice that contains and protects us from ancient inactive viruses, is melting. China wants to establish global supremacy and India is directly in its line of fire. The economy is in freefall.

What if we look back months from now and see that these were the good times? At home, safe with the people we love, eating what we want and shit posting on social media. What if now is the window we have to seriously enjoy ourselves? What would we do differently now?

I'm thinking about this. I don't yet have an answer. Like Alia Bhatt says of questions she asks herself in Highway. "Sochke batati hoon."

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