I have always preferred to be indoors. Social interactions, travelling to new places are not things I have really cared for much. I am happy at home, I enjoy my solitude and let my imagination wander. Pondering over life’s mysteries is more my thing. By now, you must have figured out I am not outdoorsy.
Even for me, however, the lockdown has not been easy to adjust to. Certainly wasn’t during the initial days. It took me a while to make my peace with the ‘new normal’, as it did for everyone, I guess. Days turned into weeks, and I began to feel…calm. It might sound strange to most, but to me, it was as if my whirring mind—crippled with the stress and anxiety from the onset of the pandemic—suddenly came to a peaceful halt. Just like life outside came to a standstill.
Until a couple of months ago, our lives were whizzing past us, nary a moment of peace and quiet. The global lockdown came upon the world like a gush of wind, confining our lives within the walls of our homes.
While this unprecedented turn of events baffled us as we tried to make some sense of it, our minds began to quiet down. There was a shift—a general sense of appreciation started towering above the stress and worry on account of the Coronavirus. Collectively, we began to acknowledge the need for this ‘pause’. A revival of sorts started taking place, and it’s still going on. And as you read this piece today, the peace and calm have become addictive. And how! It’s scary to imagine life after the lockdown.
On one hand, we have the lockdown where there is less conflict outside our homes, no consequential responsibilities to deal with, the air is clean, and the animals in captivity are free. On the other hand, when the lockdown will be lifted, we would have ‘life’ waiting for us, life rife with chaos and commotion. Needless to say, the transition from the confined, predictable today to the unpredictable tomorrow will not be an easy one – from our peaceful abodes to the chaotic, loud daily rush.