Its been over a year of lockdown. Things did get slightly better in between but not the way they were. Before it could be normal again we were hit by the virus again, this time worse than before.
We all have been yearning for the yesterday we loved. For those beautiful days when we moved about freely without fear. Never in our wildest dreams could we have imagined a situation like this. Even though we did not realise it then what we had. We did not appreciate our life as it was.
At many points in my life I have been disturbed by the violent situation around the world. But to even imagine that a tiny unseen virus could push us within the four walls of our house….. it was unthinkable.
I miss simple joys from the past. The joy of waking up my daughter and dressing her up and dropping her to school. Joy of packing a tiffin for her. Joy of her coming back home jumping with joy. Joy of stealing some me time in the gym. Joy of going to the vegetable market!
Joy of a weekend plan…. A movie or a eat out.
And most of all the joy of being unmasked…..
This one year (which seems like will become 2 pretty soon) is going to be remembered for years to come…. Especially by us who have seen both sides of life.
There have been good things that happened consequentially. No I do not mean I am thankful for these lessons, just an effort to see the good in the bad or rather ugly.
I use to be so particular about house clean…. The last one year taught me acceptance.
We became more concerned about health.
I realised that by eating simple home cooked food I gained good health.
I experienced doing all my work by myself.
I am not writing this complaining, do not get me wrong. I am extremely grateful for all this while I have been safe and I have been taken care of. We have not had to move around and expose ourselves. We did have to work much more than we were used to, but we were fine. We were safe!
In fact in this being locked up at home we did create a lot of memories too. In the 14 years of our married life my husband cooked for the very first time.
In this time our life has changed so much, I sometimes feel that beautiful yesterday is getting vague in my memory. But it was beautiful what we had…. I hope and pray that world returns to where we left. I do not want a new normal…. I want the normal that was.
May the world heal soon…. and may people heal from the suffering and the loss they had to bear.
I’m participating in #BlogchatterA2Z and this post corresponds to letter Y!