The past
few months have been odd,
An acceptance of the new norm has still not dawned upon.
Days and Nights and Dusks and dawns,
Spring and Autumn have come and gone.
I sit. Still.
Solitude, they say
Takes time to make its way.
But hadn’t it started to look better?
The streets were bustling more than ever!
The leaves,
Crimson yellow and all its hues,
Danced around as the cold wind blew.
Then came the winters.
Days were shorter and quieter,
And things were again,
back to the way we have been taught
to adhere,
as it had happened the very first time.
The streets are empty, deserted by nine,
The shops are all closed, we are again confined.
But oh! you can go for a walk or to work,
As long as you have a mask tucked up.
It has been long,
Long since the sun had shone,
Every branch and grass of every inch,
Till a few days back were covered in silver tinge.
Don’t get me wrong,
If it has started to sound a bit gloomy all along,
After all, I haven’t seen the sun
nor the very many people,
who would keep me company and make me warm.
There have been days, there still are,
when I am on the phone and talk all day long,
Yet it is not long enough to replace
the smiles and warmth and hugs and laughter
and the joy of having meals together.
To those of you who have kept me sane,
I owe you gratitude and pending hugs till we meet again!
Know that it is difficult for all of us,
Burdened and struggling by our own fights.
But the least we can do is to be there for each other,
Be a light of hope and add that happy color.
I often tell myself-
That the skies will clear soon,
The sun will be out anew,
And in no time the flowers will be in full bloom.
And then we will meet,
and walk and walk a little longer,
and do all the stuff that has been piling up forever.
It is impossible to summarize what a year this has been. Here’s still an attempt to try and paint a realistic picture (much needed for myself at least :P) > As a northerner, I should have been a happy soul returning from the land of south But that was not really the case. Ask anyone, who knows me, and they can tell you there wasn’t/hasn’t been a single day I wasn’t cribbing about being at Gram. And as odd as it might sound, I had a greater cultural shock returning back from south where I had gotten myself used to the idea of idli, dosa for breakfast and a little spicy food with ubiquitous drumsticks that were served as a part of any meal, served any time of the day. That was still manageable, I’d say. But to adjust myself to the people here (who are characteristically cold, caustic and street smart), the weather (that is perennially smoky, hazy and dusty), the roads (that have pot holes which would be filled with layers of mud, brick powder and then fly ash, all equally usele...
So heart warming. Love your spirit. We will surely meet soon
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