Hopeless State

Being away from my homeland brings me a lot of fond memories of that place.

Religiously, I will browse all the websites bringing any information from that place since many years. I follow every bits of news on it as if there is something I can do about it. I didn’t care to read the newspaper while in home but, the distance has made me grew fonder of that place.

In spite of knowing that there is little thing I can actually do remotely for that place, I’ll spent whole night sleepless thinking about the same, connecting with like-minded people and doing what everything is possible from our end. From writing mails to concerned people and articles we did everything which was in our capacity and still there is no stopping to these activities.

But, it seems the place is deterioting each day. Our best effort to do something is worthless. All the discussions on what can be done next always ends in discussing the vicious cycle of corruptions which is existing at every level and part of life. The kind of feeling after a long discussion on the same is feeling of sinking.

At times, I think it’s worthless spending precious times on it but, the love of the place always drags me back even though deep inside I know how much hopeless and worthless it is.