The lady was wearing a pink sweater, likely costing around ₹3,000. Her shoes appeared to be worth at least ₹10,000, and she carried an office bag of a similar price range—everything about her screamed being rich.
But the road she was crossing was the same old, pathetic, pothole-ridden stretch. The relentless traffic and indifferent vehicles made it no easier for her to cross. The environment around her was cold and foggy, with no sunlight breaking through.
I couldn’t help but think how the richness of her appearance seemed utterly subdued by her surroundings. She looked so poor to me—desperately poor—despite all the expensive things she carried.
And aren’t we all the same? We have the finest clothes, the most luxurious homes, sleek cars, grand malls, and everything that screams “best” in our material world.
But we lack the environment to truly enjoy any of it. We don’t have the peace, the space, or the balance to savor what we’ve built for ourselves.
Yes, I know this is nothing new. This endless race for more—more possessions, more achievements, more of everything we think we need—has been going on for ages.
But lately, it feels as though even nature has given up on us. It seems to whisper, “Do whatever you want—I don’t care anymore.”
I hope we, as a human race, wake up soon. While we grow richer in materialistic terms, we are becoming desperately poorer in our connection with nature and the environment we depend on.
We may surround ourselves with the finest luxuries as individuals, but the collective reality we’re creating is one where nature is slipping away.
And that delicate balance? It won’t last forever.