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This wait is Real

21 days.
There were countdowns everywhere.
Different kinds of them - cooking experiments, art and craft, reading, reviews of contents to watch on digital platforms, ludo tournaments, zoom calls, home work-outs, cleaning and rearranging spaces and so on.

The interesting part is that most of us knew that these 21 days will not be the end. In fact we were sure that there will be more to it.
But still there was the countdown. There was hope.

In a sense, we've lost count of days but countdowns are still on.
Quarantine activities and #hashtags are still trending. Economy has collapsed.
People around the world are going through all sorts of tough situations.
Some people are dying in bits and pieces and so many are just dying.
Freedom has now taken a new definition.
But we feel hope. We have faith.

For many it has been about realizing that while searching all around to experience the profound, it was right there in their homes.
For many it has been about realizing that whatever they thought is profound and had at home is not what they wanted.
For many it has been just about accepting a whole bunch of things that they thought they'd accepted.
And for most, over and above everything, it is just gratitude that they're not seeing this battle eye to eye yet. (And at times taking that for granted too)
Maybe behind the back of our heads we know that this is just the beginning of something big and that this might become the new norm or way of living.
But we feel hope. We have faith.
That's the most beautiful vibe of this season.


The hope to sit there again

Every day is so wonderful.

Then suddenly it is hard to breathe.
But there is enough hope that is living inside our despair.
And hope can take on a life of its own.

And that life will be our second chance; or maybe the only chance - to keep it simple, to live, to love. 




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