In this age of Coronavirus, life has turned into a different kind of living! I live with my young family, kids, spouse, yet the whole idea of staying away from another human being as it can potentially kill you, is quite an anxious, alien concept. Yet I do, living my life inside the house, stepping out only for essentials! Keeping up some element of normal as I have to put up some front for my children.
However my mind is elsewhere, I miss my parents, faraway, not sure when I will see them next! I miss not being carefree and planning for the future, yes I love to plan! What should I plan for now, other than the next 24 hours?
So when I sleep I visit places which otherwise seems like a distant reality! I visit houses, big, spacious ones with sunlight filtering through the windows, there is a kind of serenity there, a kind of stillness which calms me down, the furniture looks well-loved and inviting, potted plants adds nature to this place. I feel like calling this place my home, yes my home where I grew up as a child. My parents still live there, a lovely big space! I felt secure there, my mother even though she is older now, her presence, always calms me down as I can only vent there!
So I travel through these big spaces, where the air is still free of the Corona and my feet is still unshackled to go wherever I please. A distant sound filters through, a known voice, my child. I have to go back, to the grim reality, I don’t want to, I want to go home! A place and time when life was simpler. An anguish escapes me, another reasons but I am home to them!
I imagine many of us going through these emotions or a variety of them, but we are all in this together and writing it out helps me. Find your creative outlet and let us all ride this tough phase out following rules, so that we can all go HOME!
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