Staying at home/self-isolation/quarantine...call it what you like. It's been a rough 116 days and boy has it sucked :-/. At some point when the lockdown was announced in India, I was naive enough to think that it'll be short lived. Close to four months later, I'm less delusional. Sigh...
Just the other day, I had a panic attack that was triggered by the decadent scents of shrimp curry wafting into my kitchen from the neighbouring flat. While I pondered the best way to invite myself to the neighbour's home for lunch, I also wondered about when it'd be possible for me to have shrimp curry at a restaurant...I then tried to remember the last time I actually sat down at a restaurant for a meal...I further thought about how long it had been since I've met my friends for a meal....How long has it been since I hugged them?...Will I ever get to touch them?...As my thoughts spiraled unbridled, it was lights out in my mind at that point and I was reduced to a sobbing blithering mess on my kitchen floor...it wasn't nice....not nice at all...
It's been a few days since the attack and now that the panic has ebbed, I've begun to day dream about life post quarantine but, with an edge of fear. I abhor the phrase "the new normal". I physically cringe at the mention of it. Yet I suppose it can't be denied. I wonder what kind of social life is waiting for me once we're allowed to set out. Will I remain terrified of being caught in a crowd, touching surfaces and eating at a chaat stall? Will this be what we consider "normal"?! I know I'm going to hate it...I also know that I'm going to have very little choice...
Until I figure out what's in store for me, I continue to read, day dream, stretch and repeat in an attempt to retain my sanity.
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