write a letter on corona warriors
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Dear anti-COVID medical and civic fraternity,Greetings from the global village on behalf of the anxious and grateful human family world-wide. You are serving not only individuals who are infected and admitted to hospitals. Across the continents, you form a single team, serving the self-same cause of matchless significance. You are doing for us what we can contemplate only with fear and trembling. Though from a distance, we sense the louring clouds of weariness overhanging you as you struggle and serve from day to day. Words fail me as I write this letter.
The leaders of nations are talking of mitigating the pandemic. I wish they would also mind mitigating your suffering as well. They rarely do. You understand why. The very grimness of the battle makes them, and us, forget the warriors who wage the battle. It will be hypocritical on my part to assume that I, or anyone else, can understand or alleviate your suffering. Suffering is deeply personal. All else, except the suffering individual are strangers to the sanctuary of his/her suffering. In the secret recesses of one’s suffering one has to minister to oneself.The superhuman work you do, digging into the last drops of your emotional and physical energies, is unlike any you have ever done before. Till the other day, you were serving suffering individuals, nursing them to health. Today you are fighting for humanity as a whole. This is not even a nation’s war. You are our defenders in the vanguard. Even at risk of sounding heretical, may I say that this parallels the divine work of redemption? God, and God alone, touches humanity as a whole. Today each one of is doing nearly the same. But what makes it all the more heroic is that you are fighting this epic battle with inadequate weapons and tentative strategies. But, the less powerful the weapon, the greater the heroism of the spirit. We can only stand at a distance and admire you. We do.
We are not unmindful of the cost this battle exacts from you. You know that the cost involved is commensurate to the scale and significance of the struggle; just as the risk in conquering the Everest is greater than any in climbing a local hill. So, as you stagger back home after each day’s work . . . as you weep silently over the lives you fought so hard to save but couldn’t . . . as you carry the anxiety of infecting your loves ones at home . . . as you battle in secret the demon of anxiety about your own possible mortality even as you soldier on . . . you know the cost is staggering because the cause is supreme. But I tremble to think of congratulating you. It sounds so very hypocritical to do it the way we do –clanging pots and pans from the height of our virus-safe balconies; reminiscent of St. Paul’s ‘sounding brass and tinkling cymbals’. I wish I could hold your hands, look each one of you in your eyes and say, “Well done!” But words stick in my throat.