Think about new years eve, when time stood still at 11:59 pm. When the Times Square in New York City was filled with drunk, sober, tipsy, happy, sad, depressed, and content, all types of people. Sucking their breaths in, looking up at the clock, wishing upon the seconds passing away, holding their loved ones close, waiting for it to be midnight, and when the clock struck 12, rejoicing back to life welcoming a new year, a new decade, a new age; glory days. But haven't you heard the saying "If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans."
With the world that survives on physical intimacy, touch and connection, all were lost and for a lack of better word "disconnected" when a novel virus originating in the lanes of a meat market situated in Wuhan, China colonised its terror all around the world, hitting each country like a silent storm, that only brings disaster. "How did the world cope?" one might ask. Terribly I'd say. Human nature itself has become a paradox, so much so that when calamity hits and they see no real damage initially, they adhere to an ignorant and sceptical approach to every word of caution. So when disaster hits, it hits HARD. Now, the world is clutching to every sign of mercy and solution it can possibly find to get rid of this deadly virus. governments have imposed complete lockdown and social distancing, the party cities and hubs of celebration are now just barren landscapes and buildings.
If one was to count every coffin buried, every ash immersed in the holy Ganges, you'd lose count and also your mind, such volatile are human lives, all in a span of a mere 6 months.
And so the world fights every day, some human fight for their lives in hospitals, some for their mental health issues, some for just a simple meal and some from loss of their entire families, wiped out from a micro-organism that now, sadly, for the time-being, rules the world.