The dark clouds of silence which prevailed for a hundreds of years in the skies of tolerance are finally bursting. Some are pouring their rains, to destroy the dignity while some are gently mending it. The social , political and economical situations in India, are on their peak with a thousands of supporters and an equal number of oppressors, both at the same time, climbing and chasing them , with different motives.
The country is using it's digital and communicating medium, like never before. Every human is voicing his opinion and hence the thunderstorm is the most persistent feature of these violent rains. Those in power , are adding an extra ingredient to the chaos- an element of utmost importance, which can destroy the morality of anyone within seconds- that being the element of Confusion. This element maintains the strength of this thunderstorm, which has led the country in both unity as well as seperatism.
The result of this climatic twirling, has led to many changes and a total sense of newness in the environment. No one knows the end of this enigmatic conundrum, but still every one tries to stand out, in order to be saved. The only person who has faced every situation or the storm - the common man - is standing there, like a tree who faces the storms with his wisdom held as an armor, waiting for it to end while the country, fights with each other, in order to achieve it's obscure gains. Because he is the one, who has become the most tolerant and experienced than any other powerful human and whose roots, lie deep inside the earth marking his inevitable strength.
