I guess life was never perfect. It was good. Hard. Fun. Trying. Joyful. Stressful. Busy. Going by in a blur. Then 2020 happened. The world changed overnight. I am not being dramatic at all when I say- our old way of life came to a screeching halt. Our Old Ordinary was replaced by this new and frankly abhorrent New Normal. Chores piled up. Hands were rubbed raw from frequent hand washing. Everyone got a taste of what anxiety feels like. Isolation. Distance. Work from home. Masks. Quarantine...became a part of regular parlance. We adapted. Grudgingly, slowly but surely we adapted, prayed for normalcy. Hoped for a miracle. Read everything we could about our invisible enemy. Stocked up on groceries. Cooked dinky meals. Binge watched shows. Read our blues away. We tried. We did. We got exhausted. We soldiered on. All of us last month, I looked back and thought of the year that was. What I did, what I survived and what I learnt. I wanted to write about my year in semi-isolation. But somehow looking back and talking about it as if it was all done and dusted felt grossly insincere and appallingly naive. Because it's not over is it? Not even a little. No matter how sick/tired/fatigued we may be and God knows we are well within our rights to be, it's NOT OVER. We are still here, a year later in the thick of it. My city is seemingly on fire. Lockdowns and curfews are back. So I will shut up and keep my lessons from lockdown to myself. When it's finally, well and truly over, I'll talk then. When we are back to the #OldOrdinary I'll circle back to it . Till then, please wear a mask. . . . #writerscommunity #writing #thoughts #rantyourartout #lockdown #life #nothingisordinary #pages #longcaption #pages #moodygrams #morning #musings #unutteredmusings (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNT9-dcJvZv/?igshid=f8t8p94mzpoq
