HOMECOMING

 

I was in one of those moods tangled between loneliness and boredom. Mom had cooked up delirious ways to entertain me but I only ended up even crabbier.

Now that vacation had started, my brain cells were lulled into sleep but my cranky limbs and bones cracked at every turn from the huge chunk of house chores I have been “sharing” with mom lately.

Then I bury myself in the clasp of the lovely books that I had procured as a gift for the yearlong “man-hours” I had spent, to finish my class ten boards. Free time in the noon meant free- fire, killing for the sake of entertainment.

Despite my hectic schedule, the time is dragging.

The fish seller was not screeching in that high- pitched tone which had earlier been irritating, the flashy motorbike did not sound its horn nor did the friendly neighbours get out of their abode. The flamboyant backdrop of the place seemed to have drenched out completely. Thanks to the corona virus which drove home the fact that even breathing freely is injurious to health.

So I decided to step into my spiritual realm to clear my head- Nature. Twilight was that weird part of the day that suits me as an adolescent, perhaps because it was just like me trapped between two stages yet belonging to none.

The sky was filled with fluffy and cheerful clouds beside the rings of blue on the dreamy pink background. The coconut leaves were chit- chatting about the approaching darkness and the over protective parents of the baby birds were driving the innocent baby mongoose mad.

My thoughts were flowing freely about my head and I had a long and hard thought about all the chaos going about the world.

The people are still suffering from that deadly biologically invisible being. My boredom was bleak compared to the dreadful events going on. People have to shut themselves in at their homes and even bid goodbye to family without a last note.

We have gone back to valuing the age old concepts and now all we have with us is time- to reflect and reform.