Farida Haque
Oct 31, 2024

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Outstanding article, thank you.
Monsoon brings burgeoning life.
An eerie silence left me wondering this summer in the tropics.
No fireflies, frogs, swarms of moths and mayflies, no cricket song, and I was overwhelmed with sadness.
Where are the geckos which eat flies and mosquitoes? Starved to death in urban sprawls. I saw no gecko eggs in old furniture. They would roll out like small mothballs from linen cupboards.
What have we done?

Fear of dengue and malaria has destroyed wildlife. Insecticides choke surfaces of ponds, breeding habitats lost. I didn’t see much fungii this season. Faint birdsong. Trees no longer ring to sharp cries of mating birds. Horror that is Herbicides! Americans hate dandelions and any random sprouting.

Even cockroaches didn’t make an appearance.

Such a sense of loss. And guilt and shame.

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Farida Haque
Farida Haque

Written by Farida Haque

Multimedia artist, writer, poet. “I could not have painted myself happy without painting myself sad first…” faridahaque@gmail.com

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