By Vania Jain
Adorned with gold accessories, I leapt down to Earth on my beloved pet tiger, ten weapons in my ten hands- each weapon symbolising a different trait- the sword for wisdom, trident for peace and so on. But…. Silence greeted me- no one was out. There was no hustle-bustle of the early Puja crowd and not even the cawing of a crow.
Something had to be done, I decided. I called together a meeting.
“We need to do something about this virus,” said Lord Brahma.
“I will make the oceans churn and froth till then,” Lord Indra claimed.
“And I will make it rain,” said Lord Indra.
“No, no! That will ruin the humans’ life even more!” objected Parvati.
“What shall we do? Without making people miserable?” Lord Shiva added as an afterthought.
I fiddled with my arrow. It had been more than half a year when this coronavirus had entered the humans’ life, inflicting damage and misery all around. And worse? Durga Puja, my festival was just around the corner!
Durga Puja is supposed to be a time of strength, joy and unity. Not a time of sadness and torture!
And even worse? Brahma, Vishnu, Shakti, Shani, Indra- all had tried. But they failed.
“We’ve got to put an end to this,” I agreed.
“How Durga? You can’t kill a virus with your Trishul!” Vishnu, my brother said.
It was true- but if Mahisasura could be killed, then why couldn’t this virus?
“What if we do it together? It might be possible then..,” I suggested.
“Yes… I agree. We should give it a try..” Saraswati said.
Slowly the Gods rose up from their thrones. I knew then that coronavirus would have to look out now.
The writer is a class 7 student of Modern High School For Girls, Kolkata.
