No one is talking anything but about Corona Virus, suddenly in a weeks’ time life has become topsy-turvy, the entire world around has clamped shut. A phenomenon I have never seen in my living memory: hope and death are the words that seem to dominate the everyday conversation.
Hours and minutes seem suspended in a vacuum. In five days of self-isolation, I felt I had lost the mental distinction between day and night, and the calendar date seemed less relevant, at least temporarily. I’m reeling under a sense of fear, uncertainty, and gloom, which I can’t recognize why it’s there surrounding me.
One dreaded fear kept haunting me recurrently, in case of emergency can I reach out for my friends, would anyone run for my rescue. I kept asking myself again and again; how long these hard times must I endure.
Somewhere deep inside, my optimism took a tough stand. It made its talk softly at first, and then it revealed its stubborn stand. I heard it saying, ‘keep the best version of yourself, you are living for a goal, keep the needs of your children first.’
Then, I dusted off my gloominess, slung my camera, went around my school compound touching the trees, leaves, tendrils, and looked up at the sky and anything I could gaze down the terrace walls.