This photograph is a depiction of a stark reality. It speaks of the impermanence of this worldly life. And whatever that we hold on to so dearly. For this persuit of solace and refuge is an illusive chase. Wherein; certainty is only but a distant dream. A testament to the fact that this is merely a prologue to the real story.
Even in this context, there are answers for those who endeavour to seek them. We all have the answers. We may or may not possess the moral courage to confess it. But we all have the answers. Sooner or later, one does succumb to the truth. It penetrates our whimsical cocoon. And hence, this facade shatters and crumbles.
One may not (and often does not) leave this carnage unscathed. But one evolves and develops an outlook that deems no challenge insurmountable. This evolution precedes a revolution. One cannot skip this tier.
This is a story of hope. It is a tale of resilience. It is a tribute to the impregnability of human will power. It celebrates conviction, loyalty, resolve, empathy, compassion, valour and sacrifice. It celebrates our countrymen who remained steadfast in the face of adversity, calamity and tragedy. They stood their ground in the eye of the storm. They believed. They knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that in the end, it is hope that always prevails.
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