Call me vain but I wish to wake up and think of what
to wear and how to dress. I want to look in the mirror and have my husband
glancing my way, sharing his approval.
I want to think of what to pack in my tiffin and slyly add in
titbits to make me feel good.
I long to get in my car and drive to work,
cursing offenders and blaming traffic along the way. I wish to enter the school
and see children running, shouting, studying, laughing, making excuses to visit
the canteen and hear their inane stories.
I miss my reception greeting me as I enter the office and offering me a
cup of hot, delicious tea. I am waiting to meet my Vice Principal, Supervisors
and hear them share their challenges and triumphs.
I miss seeing my teachers
joyous on conducting an efficient class and the anguish for inability to handle
class discipline. I yearn to see the school physically back in action with
movement, noise all around with chirpiness in every corner waiting at the end
of the day to connect with my Management to share new updates.
I ache for the evenings where I drive back to home,
stopping at places to fill in my daily home needs, entering my home and seeing
my son working out. I crave to catch up with my friends on my daily gossip,
discussing new fashion trends, movies, places to travel and dine. I pray that
after long physical hours at work, I enjoy those few moments of movie shows,
internet surfing, waiting for my husband to return home from work.
I look forward to those precious moments where
my spouse and I shared our day routine, where I bicker on my son’s study
habits, traffic and demanding people and where I am offered gyan which 75% of
the time is discarded, where we end the day to begin another. I hunger for
those weekends which actually meant ‘NO WORK DAY” and plan short trips to my
father, my friends and of course my parlour. How I hunger for the roadside
paanipuris, bhel, sandwiches which we ate as customary part of our shopping in
the market and crossed people right , left and centre to reach our
destinations?
How much I miss those days which had seemed so
regular, where we hugged each other to demonstrate love and touched each other without a thought?
My prayers are very simple and request the higher reality to please hear them,
“God, I am very regular so please grant me those regular
days back so that I cherish all of them once again. Yes, I promise to become
more responsible towards nature and environment. Yes, I have learned to become
more technologically savvy and will be better prepared for future crisis
management but now let Corona go. She has taught us enough for this lifetime.”
