Priyanka’s Story
I feel very worried about the children, women and girls, all peoples are victims of the climate crisis.
I feel very worried about the children, women and girls, all peoples are victims of the climate crisis.
I try to gather a sense of climate change through memory.
There was no more forest but spans of dried up trees. Ailing, sad, brown – the place I had once loved and known to be full of birdsong and butterflies now ceased to exist. The birds had all left – Delhi was simply too hot for them.
The day prior I strolled the streets in flip flops and shorts, then – like an emergency tsunami – a mere 24 hours later the streets are white and the Christmas songs have begun to top the charts once more.
This increasing climate crisis has robbed me of my mother for most of my childhood.
I couldn’t ignore the dark spots in the sand from the refinery’s pollution or the amount of plastic and other debris that littered the sand and the water. I had never realized how polluted the beach was because it was all I knew, it was normalized it in my mind.
Or we can use our mistakes and clean the air of its smoky waste. We have little time as humans, but our world has more.
I love when the snow actually sticks to the ground and piles up to six inches–I would make bunny rabbits with footprints, or draw things in the snow that was piled on ledges. Sadly, I don’t remember doing any of those things in the last two or three years–not because I don’t have the time to do so, but because there was never that much snow to begin with.
Something is missing. It’s hard to place. But then I see it: one lonely floating light. Where are all your friends, little firefly?
I’ve seen the hunger crisis, drought, floods, and gender inequality due to climate change.
People are uniquely aware of the effects of climate change yet at the same time strangely resistant to change.
Through my health and home.
I was born in France but barely ever lived there. However every winter I go back there to celebrate Christmas…