I could not put down the last three days because I had slipped and hurt myself.
So many days in confinement make me wonder of the times when I used to step out at the slightest excuse.
I loved just walking through sometimes bustling and sometimes empty roads watching the avid shoppers and noisy shopkeepers and bright shop windows alluring me with their glossy display.
I miss my ice-cream haunt and sumptuous salads at the salad bar.
And my salon and spa!
Not to forget the week – end movies and even the TV has gone silent. Only Covid-19 news blare aloud.
All these treats seem to belong to another life.
Returning to the old life will not happen so soon. There will be a fear that would stalk us.
I am even playing the hair – cutter and did a decent amateur job.
The days are hot and balmy making you feel languid.
All you want is to catch a wink but the work does not end.
Washing,cleaning and santising.
The process is repeated countless times.
My hands protest but the obsessive clean freak in me is a hard taskmaster
The days of lockdown has made us all self- dependant.
Maybe something good will happen after all this ordeal!
Stay home and stay safe!