#StayHome has become the new life. As the saying goes, it takes 21 days to make a habit out of something. Well,that has definitely not gone well with me. Whatever, you say, after all, old habits die hard!
Being an outdoors person (outgoing according to the company!), it has been a hard time for me and of course for the rest of us. I mean there is always a way or two to keep ourselves busy at home. Hobbies have really made a hot market in between our household chores of late. I have been too, utilising this time to be closer to my herbal studies, gardening, reading and, of course blogging.
But to be honest I miss the abstract nouns that keep us going. Positive or negative, whatever it is, I long for things that can only be felt.
The times when I am late and trying to step down fast from that escalator. Right that time, there will be someone bigger to block my petite restlessness. I miss that anger.
The time when I’d appreciate the restaurant for serving me a plate full of happiness, just the way I like it. I miss the generosity.
The times when I was able to exchange smiles without the mask. I miss the liberty.
Black and white looks therapeutic and beautiful only in photographs; definitely not in reality. Much that the pandemic has proved to be a huge paradigm shift world wise, I pray that the forced lifestyle of being locked into uncertainty does not become a part of our survival status. I pray that the world gets back all its abstract nouns that rules the existence of every living magic that breathes on this planet.