Coping with times

Now that we’re nearing six months of lockdown, I’m in disbelief as to how I’ve handled the days of isolation. To be clear, I didn’t learn a new instrument or get better at cooking. I did try to learn a new language, ¿pero a qué costo? (but at what cost?).

There have been days that are long, where I ball up and drown with survivor’s guilt and days that whizz past. Days where I am productive and days I just don’t leave the comfort of my bed. Days where I cook an astounding meal and days I live on toast and a lot of questionable Irish coffee.

But the one thing that I realised was each day was different. There was comfort in the absence of a routine and in the presence of one. I had full control of my day and it was up to me to do… or not to do at all. If I chose to binge on Tarantino movies, that was my choice. And I actually managed to live with that choice with almost no guilt.

So forget what your friends make their quarantine look like. You don’t have to bake a cake or set up a pillow fort and glam it up with fairy lights. You could just snuggle in with some hot green tea and call it a day as long as you can sleep at night!

The lockdown eclipse

It has been a long 3 months of summer that was and is probably still eclipsed by the lockdown. Many a minds sanity was retained thanks to Amazon Prime and Netflix. However, I managed to get through the isolation in the company of my ever present lovers and boyfriends, My Books.

It was “Who is John Galt”? (of Atlas Shrugged) that captured my interest and became my travel companion during the lockdown journey. Scarlett O’ Hara and Rhett Butler (Of Gone with the Wind) added colour and zing with Ravan (from Amish Tripathi’s series) adding the grey tones to the scene. It was, indeed, many such stalwarts of the imaginary world who helped me sustain the complete social isolation imposed by the invisible titan called Covid.

Would be great if you guys share the names of authors who embellished your minds.