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THE UNHEARD



F. Scott Fitzgerald once said that- "The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart and all they can do is stare blankly". within the year 2020 , people all across the planet face the sensation of helplessness. Everyone within the globe are fighting death with the minimalistic way possible without even knowing what ever they're doing is true or not. 
The lockdown initiative taken by the govt to fight against the Chinese virus , is becoming very challenging for a developing country like India. If we undergo the economic statistics of the country, the results are spine-chilling. People are losing their jobs , local shops and businesses are being shut and lots of companies are within the verge of bankruptcy. The concern doesn't end here. People that are most suffering from these repetitive lockdowns are the labor people or the daily wage labourers and sadly this sector of the society is usually unheard. Their fear of dying in starvation is much quite their fear of the virus. What's the purpose of lockdown if many people start to die every day within the slums of Mumbai and all the migrant labourers who are walking their way back home? Speaking of migrant workers, it's worth remarking that unless they return to the factories, sweet shops , small businesses and construction sites where they were employed, there's no hope of  revival of the economy. they're not mere workers but are fathers who are unable to feed their family and that they are mothers whose tears hold no worth. What would they understand of social distancing once they are forced to measure in their one-room tenement with six-ten others, without employment or work, without money and without making any remittance to support their family? What would they understand of sanitization for whom 24 hours running water and soaps are luxury? 
These people have lived across streets, slept along with the stray dogs and stayed in hovels with broken doors and windows. The concept of hygiene is gibberish to them. So, it's time for the govt to satisfy those promises of change and development because the pandemic works as its reminder.




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