We are all stranded in our homes, our doors are pseudo-barricades.
No, it's not winter. At least not in the Northern Hemisphere.
The sun is beating down on our gardens, roads, shops, parks, schools, malls, but there's no one to capture its glint, no one to warm their minds and hearts with its warmth, no one to perch hats on their heads and film their eyes with cooling glasses.
The people are at home. And the homes are cool, for the most part, but if your A.C. is out of repair, you can't get anyone to repair it into working order.
Because the repair people are also at home.
Are they dodging work? I wouldn't say that. Is it a welcome break? Nope.
But it certainly is a break called for, necessary, vital, absolutely essential.
So we're working at home.
And those who have been given summer breaks, or had them already, the kids, are working too.
Not necessarily on their studies right now, for they deserve the break; they're chipping hard at their self-control, patience, restraint, because they'd have loved to have celebrated with utmost grandeur and relish with their Final Exams coming to an end. They'd have loved to eat out, to have gone to the theaters, to have tripped abroad, to have felt the summer in its true sense.
And now they can't.
It's like a movie is running outdoors and humans are compelled to sit back and relax in their seats and watch the show take its course.
Too much has been forced on us.
But what's the alternative?
Parched human beings crowding hospitals? Parched and deficient of breath, of energy and with hearts brimming with regret?
Regret not to have washed those taken-for-granted hands just one more time, to have treated matters with levity, to have socialized when it was clearly out of bounds.
No, I wouldn't like that, not a bit more than I'm liking this stay-cation.
At least it's a kind of vacation, right? Quarantined in a hospital or at my stay-cation destination (home) would be far less inviting.
So I'm going to weather this tormenting ordeal, with the best of hopes, with my heart of hearts, and with my family, who's sharing the nitty-gritty of it with me.
We will weather this storm together. And when you come to think of it, it's not as much weathering as waiting. And it's not as much a storm as it is a microscopic, minuscule little virus, which if I could see, I'd avoid.
Corona.
No, it's not winter. At least not in the Northern Hemisphere.
The sun is beating down on our gardens, roads, shops, parks, schools, malls, but there's no one to capture its glint, no one to warm their minds and hearts with its warmth, no one to perch hats on their heads and film their eyes with cooling glasses.
The people are at home. And the homes are cool, for the most part, but if your A.C. is out of repair, you can't get anyone to repair it into working order.
Because the repair people are also at home.
Are they dodging work? I wouldn't say that. Is it a welcome break? Nope.
But it certainly is a break called for, necessary, vital, absolutely essential.
So we're working at home.
And those who have been given summer breaks, or had them already, the kids, are working too.
Not necessarily on their studies right now, for they deserve the break; they're chipping hard at their self-control, patience, restraint, because they'd have loved to have celebrated with utmost grandeur and relish with their Final Exams coming to an end. They'd have loved to eat out, to have gone to the theaters, to have tripped abroad, to have felt the summer in its true sense.
And now they can't.
It's like a movie is running outdoors and humans are compelled to sit back and relax in their seats and watch the show take its course.
Too much has been forced on us.
But what's the alternative?
Parched human beings crowding hospitals? Parched and deficient of breath, of energy and with hearts brimming with regret?
Regret not to have washed those taken-for-granted hands just one more time, to have treated matters with levity, to have socialized when it was clearly out of bounds.
No, I wouldn't like that, not a bit more than I'm liking this stay-cation.
At least it's a kind of vacation, right? Quarantined in a hospital or at my stay-cation destination (home) would be far less inviting.
So I'm going to weather this tormenting ordeal, with the best of hopes, with my heart of hearts, and with my family, who's sharing the nitty-gritty of it with me.
We will weather this storm together. And when you come to think of it, it's not as much weathering as waiting. And it's not as much a storm as it is a microscopic, minuscule little virus, which if I could see, I'd avoid.
Corona.
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