The other day I was reading an article which brought to my notice that it's been 5 years since the COVID outbreak.
People lost what not - from their loved ones to jobs, to business, to family members, to life partners, to kids, to health and to mental peace.
Not to compare, my loss may be a little lesser but very painful - I lost my voice.
Singing was always my passion.
I had spent years of effort and money learning guitar & singing. It was my childhood dream.
I have grown up with dreams of becoming a singer. I not only carried this dream in my eyes but my heart and soul as well. For years, everything I wanted to tell about was music and how much I love it.
I have been living music for many years.
Gladly, today I can play 3 musical instruments but I can't sing.
The other day, I was reading the news about how COVID-19 was declared a global pandemic on March 11th.
I realised how we have come so far from that haunting phase and how our lives have changed forever.
The good thing is we managed to survive.
When I tested positive for COVID, I didn't have many symptoms. Just a little fever that lasted for a day then it was all fine till I realised I was not.
Days after I tested positive(still in my quarantine), my body broke out in a heavy fever. I started facing breathing issues and pain in my throat.
One thing that I feel bad about is that I lost my voice and a chance to sing.
It's been 5 years of pain, treatment and therapy.
But I still haven't got my voice back.
I didn't stop singing but singing has become a worse enemy to my voice. Every time I sing, it does more damage to my voice.
Initially, I believed things will change and so would my destiny. But we cannot leave it all there, maybe because my patience has lost its conviction.
I still have hope but sometimes it seems to be shaken by reality.
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