I think what makes me angry is that none of us did this.
You and I were NOT the ones who cut down ancient forests.
We were NOT the ones who uprooted mangroves, carved up mountains, poisoned rivers, or sold every living thing around us in the name of growth.
Yet it will be us who pay for it.
The farmer staring at a sky that no longer behaves the way it did for generations.
The child growing up in unbearable heat.
The ordinary person watching food, water, and survival become more uncertain with every passing year.
And somehow we’ve all become so numb to it.
We see a missing monsoon. Record temperatures. Dying rivers. Burning forests.
We sigh, switch on the AC, and move on to the next headline.
Maybe that’s the most terrifying part.
Not that everything is changing.
But that we’ve become comfortable watching it happen.
This should not feel normal.
A whole monsoon is going missing before our eyes, and the people responsible are still cutting, digging, clearing, extracting, expanding as if there is no end point.
But there is.
And when it arrives, it won’t be the people who profited from the destruction standing in the heat waiting for rain.