How the Coronavirus pandemic has changed the way we look at Nature

Cotton tree (Ximolu in Assamese) captured in Manas National Park, Assam, India.

Recently, I had asked my friends for ideas to get on with some light writing. This prompt was one that I wouldn’t call ‘light’ in terms of a write-up but it’s definitely a delicate materialisation that has lightened my heart over the course of the past few months.

I hope I can say this on behalf of everyone I know, love, and people, in general, around the world, that the view we hold of nature today – during this apocalyptic pandemic – is from a few steady rungs higher than where it used to be. Reverent, for lack of a better word. Or renewed reverence, should I say, for those who had long ago embraced nature and live in tandem with it.

The way nature has come to flourish since the world came to a halt some months ago, has been astounding, to say the least. It’s sad that a tragedy of such magnitude had to take place for nature to play before us in its full glory, when such resplendence should never have stopped being a part of our daily, ignorant lives. Scenes of wild animals wandering public streets, exotic birds seemingly appearing from paradise, and extinct species of creatures being spotted again after decades, have rendered us speechless. On the marine front, crystal clear water showcasing a brilliant ocean bottom and the mesmerising aquatic life thriving on it, has left us all gaping. Much like those fish savouring an unusual kind of freedom in their oceanic world. Why are we surprised, though? Is it because we, humans, have always considered ourselves superior to all other forms and creations of nature that we failed to see how our claims of self-sufficiency have only left us thoroughly deprived of a life that could’ve been heavily enriched by the various elements of nature? Were we (or are we still) too proud to admit that we would be nothing as a species (including our ‘supremacy’) if not for nature being an indispensable part of us? Nature gives and nature takes. The sooner we apprehend the balance between these two broad exercises, the less contentious and entitled our lives shall be. Doesn’t that sound like peace? It does, to me.

An unprecedented number of flamingos migrated to Mumbai, Maharashtra, India, amidst lockdown, turning the city pink. (Image credit : Google)

As we are progressing through this pandemic, nature, in spite of all its trials and tribulations, has kept us enraptured. Our admiration, empathy, respect and a sense of belongingness has only grown with it. We spend our evenings watching sunsets and come back to the night sky which is limpid enough for a starry show. We go to bed, happy and sated, only to wake up eagerly in the mornings to the chirping of birds most of us weren’t fortunate enough to hear until now. We soak in the fresh air a little bit more while remembering the rainbow we saw a day before. That’s an imagery we only used to find in poetry. Living vicariously through a poet’s eyes is minuscule compared to what we are witness to on a regular basis, at present. It is rewarding. Breathing air free of pollutants is a luxury urban-dwellers never thought they’ll have. Beholding an unobstructed panorama of snow-capped mountain ranges, so far into the distance and so deplorably and eternally hidden by city life and all that’s an inescapable part of it, from the terrace of our urban homes, is a marvel that has dumbfounded many. Such unimaginable pictures painted by nature has evoked unexplainable emotions and thoughts in all of us. We’ve been blinded for so long by our own actions and inactions that ‘privilege’ has taken a new meaning today.

Doubtless, our lives have been affected adversely through a series of natural calamities, of late. But it has only served to reinstate the belief that nature always balances itself. Even the pandemic feels like a balancing act, at times. Perhaps not of nature directly, but the Universe? We’ll never know. I’m often reminded of how the ocean washes ashore litter and debris from its waters onto its beaches from time to time, as if saying “Here, take back what’s yours. Let’s keep our belongings to ourselves, shall we?”

A zoomed-in photograph of the majestic Dhauladhar range of the Himalayan Peaks, as seen from Jalandhar, Punjab, India. (Image credits : Google)

Quite noticeably, the flip side paints a dismal picture. The situation is rather different in rural areas particularly, where a major section of people rely solely on nature for livelihood, thereby, survival. Concurrent to the persistent issue of exhaustible natural resources, reports of wildlife poaching, illegal mining, deforestation and land-grabbing have threatened conservation in no small way. Our failure to protect nature in one regard while luxuriating in all that it offers in another, will be a sad paradox.

~ When we see ourselves as part of nature, we’ll understand that saving nature is really about saving ourselves ~ are some of the most poignant words I’ve come across in my short life. It’s pretty much the synopsis of everything we must understand about our planet and its invincible naturalis mundi. It’s unshakeable, beautiful, generous, terrifying and all-pervasive. It’s heartening to see how far we’ve arrived in acknowledging, accepting, befriending and kneeling before these facets of nature, in recent times. The hope – and the actions towards realising it – that this refreshing, newly forged connection and compassion between us and the natural world enveloping us, remains and roots itself deeply in generations to come, must be alive in each of us, long after this pandemic has passed. After all, nature is the only dauntless force that has not only bridged our differences as a species, but also effectively humbled us over and over again. And it’s here to stay.

The Lost Passage

Kissed by the rains
I close my eyes
Seeking out my childhood
With a bittersweet sigh.

Sweetest is my smile
As I’m lost in a time
When I gave myself over
To the world that was mine.

The blithe cool warmth
The fuzzy warm chill
Offered me a home where
My heart couldn’t be still.

Tap, tap, tap
As I slowly began a dance
A pause here, a look there
Oh, who cares if I’m in a trance!

A cute little sneeze
Only made me happier
As I burst into giggles
And life couldn’t be prettier.

Eyes had a twinkle
Nose delightfully in a crinkle
Alas, is it my face now
Or the mirror that is wrinkled?

The wings have been cut
My reach confined
But the soul sits restless
The heart still beats wild.

The gleam is gone
From eyes made to lower
So let me close them today
To shelter this moment forever.

(Photograph captured in Shantiniketan, West Bengal, India)

Unity in Adversity

Slow but sure, I feel a bind
Creeping through the alleys like a seed-bearing vine,
The alleys that once parted Us and Them
Now tie the frailties verging on the hem.

The seeds sown are no longer of discord
Distant and busy are no longer the words.
Reaching out was probably never so desperate yet hopeful
No more is a response any hesitant or reproachful.

What brought this on, one might ponder
Why, fear is what did, let’s look no further!
Fear of loss has never been so rife
Even of one loved, but neglected
In the idiosyncrasies of life.

The seeds have been sown, of love and care
Watered they shall be, by a solidarity bared.
The time, when it arrives, to put our fears behind,
Will we remember to not leave the blessed harvest aside?

Soft and steady, the bind shall stay
The fruit-bearing vine, we mustn’t let decay
The roads, once vast, now bring us each other
Rendering us grateful, oh, the twine mustn’t fray.

More to Life

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“Open up,” a gentle knock says
Curious and unwilling, I linger in my haze
Let me be, my lazy eyes say
I’ll sleep it off, just another dull day.

There’s a shift in my dream,
A child with a wide beam
Twirled in glee with eyes never dim
Could there be a life not so prim?

Oh, but it’s just a dream,
That couldn’t be me, in years hasn’t been
Work’s waiting on the other side of sleep
Top of my game is where I need to be.

“Open, please,” the meek sound pleads.
Do I wanna know where the familiar voice leads?
I brace myself, as I open the door
Only to be met with sights of yore.

Long-buried pieces of a long-forgotten life
Looked at me unsure, resolve building with my smile.

Oh, it was no dream, I realise it now
Just my book of music sheets singing to me loud.
Paints and brushes and ideas with a pep
Waited with bated breath at my doorstep.

I searched for myself, as they jumped in my arms
Didn’t have to look far, been right here all along.

Found a new purpose, or an old one, you might say
Shut the door on a life that barely made me gay.
Why do we make it all about work and a pay?
There’s so much more to life, you don’t say.

Life in the Time of Corona

U N R E S T

There’s so much going on
So little time to dwell on
The ins and outs of a troubled mind
What do I carry and who to leave behind?

The times are dark, marred with worry
“Fret not, my child,” Mother soothes me,
“The days might be bleak, nights long and dire
We shan’t calm our storm, lest we lose our fire.”

The fear in our minds, hope in our souls
Made themselves home, leaving us cold
Brought to our knees by the crosses we bear
With the chants of a madman, or one deep in prayer.


(The photograph is a slice of my Airbnb in Kandy, Sri Lanka)