Another one of the Locked Down Days

It is 8 pm and I am in my balcony watching the world outside

This is the time when people choose to come out of their day long forced staying indoors.
Probably they have evidence that corona hits the bed early .

The lone cement bench under the almond tree has two occupants.
A father and daughter have brought their dog out and he has marked his territory on the legs of the street lamp.
An old lady and her grand daughter are feeding a pack of strays occassionally stooping down to pet them.
There is constant movement of cars and two wheelers up and down the road.
An ambulance passed by, probably with newly detected cases.
A zomato delivery guy at the gate of the building across the street, trying to reach the person who placed the order.
It is just another normal evening , or rather ,an evening which everyone accepted as the new normal, with everyday characters you see in a quiet neighborhood like mine, the only difference being, the mask covering their faces.

Maybe tomorrow will be different because my neighborhood has now been cordoned off as a containment zone .
The officials in khaki were on the road announcing the same , while people declared their solidarity by clapping their hands, clanging vessels and shouting Bharat Mata Ki Jai.

Where does hope springs from?
I believe it arises from the stories of the brave who held on and didn’t give up…who tackled adversities and lived to tell the stories of how they fought and won…
We are where we never expected to be.
We will be there to tell the story of how we saw through this trial.
It will be a tale of how we lost much, but still survived.

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