There are a lot of people crying outside. Thousands of dead birds have been discovered on the beach and in the streets, and people are starving to death. Whale carcasses are washing up on the beach. People consume and breathe poison. The polar bear can only scream in misery and pain at the loss of its babies who were crushed under melting ice. Again, some people can be heard singing, dancing, and laughing. Together, there are so many joys and sorrows. I paint each of them. In my words, I paint the hues of people’s lives and the wider universe. Though I appeared to be the main character, I was really just a ridiculous puppet that those hidden faces in the background were manipulating.

The stream Buriganga is unsure of how her water got to be so rotten, stinking, foul-smelling, and unfit for human consumption while countless homes, companies, and fairs were constructed and set up on both of its banks. When I last visited her, I loathed the individuals who had so completely ruined her course. I prayed to God that He would change their circumstances just as they had changed hers. There are so many hues in the world, in the butterfly’s flashing wings, in an ice skater’s movements, and in human emotions. How our emotions are created and related to other aspects of the cosmos. How our lives and the planet are being shaped and changed by all of these seemingly insignificant acts of laughter, tears, feeling, emotions, and thought.

Writing the undiscovered extinct flowers and insects of the Amazonian rainforest to the luxurious palaces of the wealthiest cities, I’m writing all the tears of all those little men and all the laughter of those elite people. I pleaded for food and liquids from the Sahara to the Himalaya and from Iceland to Siberia, but I hardly found any. The only time I ever felt joy in my life was when I saw the Mongolian girl tending to her animals in the steppes of the desert. She glanced up at me and offered some of the milk she had just collected from her goat. Then inquired as to my whereabouts after so many days.

What difference does emotion make when business is involved?

No story ends; it just starts over with fresh turns and twists. There are so many facets, so many facts, stories, and lies. Some people can be seen and heard, while others cannot be heard but still have an impact. The world is ruled by politics, economics, business, and money. These factors also produce stories, preserve and disseminate history, culture, and philosophy. However, the literature is once more silently pleading to make up for it.

Prof Khan

October, 20, 2022