I want my old life back

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.”