ritafarhatkurian
- Jun 9, 2021
- 2 min read

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I rarely write personal posts because I am a very private person, but today, I just felt the urge to write a more personalized share.

2019 saw huge changes in the spectrum of colors in my life. Somewhere, the angry hues of red and purple kept flashing furiously all over India and escalated even in my personal life. People mispresented and misunderstood me to the point of no logical explanation, accused me of things I never did. Enmeshed in such roaring rage, what does one do?

Submerged under a sea of the lashing fury of the rage of people I had no control over, my mind rose to another plane, to find escape, but incredibly I found freedom for the first time in my life where my own decisions and thinking broke my chains.

I also saw people suddenly in a different way, and mysteriously our problems united me with other people. In an epiphany, I realized we all have the same blood running in our veins. People all over the world, we are the same, just different colors and cultures. Our faith I began to believe should be internal and finally flow out of us to bring joy to others and not distress. No human should abuse another on account of their faith.

Injustices, the cruelty of governments to their citizens struck me as never before and I started to write politically for the first time in my life, a change that brought me closer to Congress in India.

Out of bad, sometimes good purposes are fulfilled: We have bad days, but in the end, it all works for good. COVID is bad, but it brought out the higher material inside us.

I could enjoy some awesome times with my two sons, Kaleb and Joshua too, during this time.