There are 1,022,000 words in the English language, and not a single word describes how much my friends mean to me. Each has made a positive impact on my life. Whether they are someone I can relate to or someone I can be myself around with, being around my friends will always keep a smile on my face. There are some things that a human needs that you can't buy with industrial wealth. And one of those things is friends. True friends. When the pandemic started I was confused. Scared of the rumors and news on the internet. I was unprepared for the inevitable. In the first month of the pandemic, I was able to concentrate on myself. As the pandemic settled down and people started interacting with each other, I was finally able to meet my friends in person. Although we called through zoom meetings and phone calls, meeting each other in person just had a better feeling. With very minimal things to do during a pandemic, we kept ourselves busy. We would play games like skribbl.io or Minecraft. With everything wrong with the world back then, I would always have a shoulder to lean on. As virtual learning was almost over and summer just around the corner, there was finally something to look forward to. My friends and I started planning activities for us to do during this break. Sleepovers, pool parties, raiding the gas station's snacks once every week. Everything was looking good for us. As I returned home feeling refreshed from my walk, my parents seemed a bit anxious. As I sat down after washing my hands I was ready for dinner. We were almost halfway done with our dinner and not a single word was spoken. Finally, my sister decided to break the silence. “Dad, what happens to the janitors that work at buildings during the pandemic?” This caught my dad off guard. He told her that the janitors would have to find a temporary job until the pandemic is over. He explained that this is happening to thousands of people around the world and that we should be grateful for what we have. And all of the sudden my parent's attention turned towards me. I was skeptical about why I was getting interesting looks from my parents, but I decided to ignore it. At last, my parents told me what was going on. My dad told me that the company he was working for was barely holding on and that their stocks were going down vertically. And apparently, it wasn't just his company, it was the whole stock market. He told me that his company had another office in North Carolina. We could move there temporarily until his company starts doing better, but if we weren't able to move to North Carolina…. I knew what he was going to say. I sat on my chair with no appetite for dinner anymore. My dad's words had faded and I immediately thought of one thing. Leaving my friends. I wasn't ready and neither will I ever be. Leaving my friend would be the equivalent of losing a loved one. After dinner, I felt very pessimistic. I went straight to bed, hoping to take my mind off the topic. I woke up feeling a bit better. I didn't want to tell my friends everything because I was still processing information myself. Every single day I would look at the stock market to see if the issue had been resolved. I dreaded to see a green line, but I would always be disappointed to see the red one instead. There was this one exceptionally hard night. And what I did that night was unusual for me. I prayed. I didn't pray for just my family, or my future, but for all of the people who were going through what I was. The next day, as usual, I went online to see the stock market. And miraculously, I saw a green line. I could not have been happier. It felt like God heard my problems. Now, of course, a small green line didn't fix the overall issue. It would take a lot of time to resolve the whole problem. But I was happy to see some actual progress. As school ended and the 2-month break started, I became more thankful for the things around me. Knowing anything could change at any time, I tried to find the positives out of every situation. So for me, I tried to get the most out of my summer break. Hanging out with my family, having fun with my friends. Those moments I had were and are memories. But despite what fun activity I was doing a small thought always lingered at the back of my head “What if it happens again?” It's been 16 months and I have changed completely. That ‘thought' of mine is now gone. I have moved to another city with 2 of my other friends. Leaving my childhood and friends had kept me in a gloomy stage. I had considered them as brothers but happened to move 2 hours away from them. Ever since the pandemic, I felt like my journey should be heard. Though my experience may not be as struggling as other's, I would love to relate to somebody. When I came across biopage I knew it was perfect for me. With the community so friendly, I wasn't embarrassed to write. So I strapped down and started sharing my story. ”There are 1,022,000 words in the English language…”
During the pandemic, I've learned a couple of things, but by far the most important one is that two goblins live in my house. A greedy one eating my food so fast I can never quite catch him doing it, and a funny one who enjoys stealing objects I never get to see again. Why else would the food disappear in a blink of an eye right after I have just bought it, and where could my hairpins be? I imagine the greedy goblin is rotund as a ball from all the food he steels daily, but only twice its size to be able to sneak past me. I guess he started to eat more in the quarantine from stress and lack of exercise, as I have not noticed before the absurd rhythm the food vanishes from the fridge. Foolish creature. With my spirit of observation, he would have remained unknown, eating my food. Seriously, I'm not exaggerating. I was absolutely certain the food I bought at the beginning of the quarantine will last three months at least. Who would eat that much? Sill, all the food vanished in two weeks! And I'm not even starting the discussion on flour. The goblin has a desperate passion for flour, but I've failed to discover what he does with it. My guess is he spread the flour over the floor when I'm asleep, and he lets himself bask in the moonlight, pretending he's at the beach. That sand scratches his skin, not filthy flour made unclean by the goblin's dirty body. Unfortunately, these are just made-up tales. There is no greedy goblin in my house, but truth be told, I was not aware of our era's level of consumerism before. Going once a day to the market makes you not observe how much food you buy to survive an entire month. The number of supplies a person needs for all his needs to be meet rendered me speechless. For the first time, I have understood the amount of pressure that is put on the environment just for us to stay alive. And...how greedy we actually are. Letting the first goblin aside, I must say I have always suspected the existence of the funny goblin. Despite the first one not being real this one is. He has the habit of moving my keys, stealing my pink and black hair clips along with my socks. One of them to be precise. I've told you he is a funny goblin he never takes a pair of socks but one. And I don't find it again. Nonetheless, this funny goblin is easy to ignore. Watching movies, writing, singing, drawing, cooking, no matter the activity you choose to do when staying at home, is the right answer. In the quarantine, for the time to pass faster, one has to find new hobbies. The COVID-19 pandemic has shown humankind just how fragile the security we have fought so much to possess. Independence, being in control over your own life, financial security, all have shattered in a blink of an eye. Diamonds, stylish cars, fancy houses, all have come to have little value. You starve with arms full of diamonds if you don't have a slice of bread. What's the worth of a big fancy home when no friend comes to visit? When no one's there to hold your hand and watch a movie, who cares if you have the latest television on the market? In a way, the pandemic made clear which are the true values of one's life: the people you hold dear, food, and health. Other things are there only to guaranty financial stability, mainly for one to have the assurance of a comfortable life. But nothing is certain in life. And if I've learned anything is this: smile. No matter what tomorrow brings, you'll figure things out tomorrow. Live. Even stars must meet their end.
I lost my job in August of 2020, I was working at a medical supply warehouse that provided home medical goods to patients that were coming home from the hospital and I thought for sure with the pandemic my job was basically set. Apparently I was wrong as the company that I worked for had other ideas and decided that the department that I worked in, Customer service, a.k.a. pushing hospital beds and oxygen for all the patients being released to go home and either sink or swim from Covid 19, decided that they were going to be transferring the department to the home location located in Philadelphia. As I was in Chicago, I had no choice but to pack a bankers box with my desktop decorations and meager belongings and trek out to my car in tears at loosing yet another job at one of the worst possible times that I could think of, the company that I worked for in their infinite kindness explained that my medical insurance would be terminated at the end of the month, which was only four days from my firing date, and that I was not going to be getting any severance package as I was hired on January 6th 2020 and I would have had to have been there prior to the New Year to have qualified for a severance package. I asked if there was any other department that I could be transferred to in the company that was going to be allowed to stay, accounting or sales as I had worked in both of those departments in my almost 20 years of prior office experience, and I was told there was nothing available. In other words, the head of Customer Service had already placed her friends in the available positions and that was that. Without insurance and without income, if I was to get Covid, I was going to be in some big trouble. I went straight home, I did not pass go, I did not collect $200 dollars; I went directly home and got online. First I applied for unemployment, and then I applied for Medicaid. I spend the rest of the afternoon updating my resume, crying and wishing I knew Bill Gates and could call for a loan. I immediately signed up for an online course for Covid tracer at John Hopkins and took that course right away. Okay, I got that under my belt, I added that to my resume. I took a CPR course, First Aid, and an OSHA Bloodborne Pathogens course, got certified and put those on my resume, I took the Google Project Manager Courses (6 month course I packed into 5 ½ weeks) and got certified and added those on my resume, sent out over 100 copies of my resume and…… Nothing. I never graduated college because I thought why would I need that, I have always had office jobs that kept me afloat. I know every aspect of the office and have always been able to manage and office with no problem. I now seen to be in a hole and there is now possible way out. It feels like evey rope and ladder has been pulled out from the pit and I am desperately clawing at the walls, but my nails are gone and I have no strength left and can find no purchase to pull myself out. I am at a lose as of to what to do. I wrote my Senators the following letters in hopes that maybe this would be my opportunity : Dear Illinois Senators: I know I am worth more to society dead and in pieces than I am alive and whole. For 36 years I have been wanting out, I do not fear death and after the past few years and seeing how we treat each other, it is clear that I really don't have hope for humankind redemption. Mankind is the lowest of the low, we are horrible to each other and we really have no hope for deliverance from ourselves, nor should we. We put ourselves in this position with our consistent fighting and hatred. Whatever, I am trying to make the point, why do I not get the choice to have a Physician assist my exit? I have researched my exit and my options seem to be intentional OD, which is the route I am leaning, an exit bag which at $30 is going to cost a lot less than the amount of heroine it's going to take to bring me down, not to mention, I have never shot or done heroine and I am pretty sure I am going to screw that up, or I could just hope I can drive a car into a wall at a fast enough speed after deploying the airbags because, damn safety features. Whatever route I choose I am sure I will mess it up and then the Government can just pay to keep me alive in a vegetative state until I FINALLY get to the point that I can finally get a Physician to assist in my Death with Dignity. Do you all see where this letter is going? It is bound to happen, so stop blocking it and let it happens so people who need it can stop screwing around and do what needs to be done. Or if that does not work, can I at least have a job? With Hope for My Death, Nicole S.
By the age of 5, I already attended a fair share of quincenearas and knew by then that I did not want to have a traditional 15th birthday celebrated by my Mexican culture. Wearing extravagant gowns with lace trims wasn't my style. I'd rather don a Jedi robe and in lieu of a flower bouquet, I'd carry a lightsaber. My parents, partially to blame for my love of all things Star Wars, gave me the middle name Leia, after Princess Leia. I was a freshman in high school and college and was turning 15 in 2020. My family kept trying to persuade me to have a quinceanera, even trying to coax me into having an 18th Birthday celebration, customary in my Filipino culture. Despite their persistence, they caved in and built the Star Wars themed party I dreamt of, including personalized lightsabers down to handcrafted Baby Yoda ears to wear, to be followed by a Disneyland trip. March, Friday the 13th, a day before my party, there was news about quarantine for this thing they referred to as Covid-19. All that meant to me was my party and trip were canceled. It was spent binging Star Wars to peel our eyes off of the coverage of COVID. We soon realized much was unknown, except for the numbers–numbers of infected, number of countries with outbreaks, number of dead. Numbers were something I loved, math was my favorite subject; solving equations or analyzing statistics. I've never been more scared of numbers. School announced we were doing distance learning and it became a reality, it wasn't just my birthday that came to a halt, everything I normally loved doing was put on pause. Everyone thought it would be 2 weeks, an early spring break. Two weeks became a month, a month became two. and then the rest of the year. It was when our school issued Chromebooks to learn from the safety of our homes that it cemented—2020 history included life in a pandemic. Online school brought challenges: I dreaded someone noticing I was still in my PJs, secretly trying to scarf down breakfast while in class, or dozing off because of the comfort of doing school at home. Uncomfortable desks and creaking chairs were something I thought I would never miss. I longed to hear the chitter-chatter of my classmates, instead of the silence of muted mics. There's a pang of guilt for feeling my world has turned upside down; it's not even remotely comparable to what others go through. Before the pandemic, my only worries were maintaining a 4.0GPA, working towards my AA degree, and meticulously planning that perfect 15th birthday. Instead, I was consumed with worry over things I never thought I'd agonize over. Extreme germaphobe tendencies of my mom plastered on sticky notes were instilled in me, I worried about what germs were harbored on each inanimate object I touched (or even just barely grazed). I felt like I was constantly washing my hands to the tune of Happy Birthday, a reminder that my celebrations were called off, not to mention the constant washing made my eczema flare-up. My hands were dry and itchy, burning when I would apply hand sanitizer for what felt like the 100th time that day. Breathing in another person's air became my worst fear as the CDC reported how the coronavirus spread. It shouldn't be an issue because I wasn't going anywhere, but my father's a correctional officer-a frontline worker. Every night we had a longstanding tradition; I would sneak to the room right before he fell asleep, and put one of my stuffed animals next to my dad as I kissed him goodnight. However, that petrifying word, numbers, haunted me at home. A great number of staff and inmates were infected. Anxiously, I would refresh the website that tracked cases at his work, praying we wouldn't see an increase. The news reported many frontline workers were making makeshift homes away from homes to protect loved ones. Our family just couldn't fathom the idea of dad living away from home. Hugs became air hugs. No cuddling together on the couch. Goodnight kisses turned into video calls as we made that heartbreaking decision because my mom and I both had underlying health conditions. My world became all about screen time. School had turned into Zoom meetings, visits with my sister and nieces who lived just a walk away were now on FaceTime, hanging out with friends in person became video gaming together online, and to be informed with the outside world, I was now consuming more television and social media than ever. My Sweet 16th was another quarantined birthday, which also meant the pandemic reached over a year! However, there's that glimmer of hope as I received my COVID vaccine. For a sense of normalcy, I get dressed up as if I'm going physically somewhere to meet online. I believe in science and chose to make the best of what I can do from the safety of my home and my newly transformed room my parents did for me to make things just a little bit easier. After all, I'm now spending so much time there, we might as well make the most ideal space for me to be in!
As we know, this covid pandemic has shaken our entire life. It causes my salary cut & this virus has taken away my dad. I live with my mom who divorced from my dad since 18 years ago, but my relation with my dad was fine until mid of 2018 when a problem suddenly emerged that has crashed my relationship with him, after we've gone through a fierce argumentation back and forth via WhatsApp chat. Thereafter I didn't want to contact him anymore like used to be. I felt deeply hurt & very disappointed. I don't understand why he easily relinquished his responsibility as a father towards me as his only child. Actually since the divorce my mom and my close family already told their opinion about my dad's relinquishment towards me and I was the only one who never want to believe that. But his reaction performed towards me by mid 2018 has proven that my belief about him was wrong. He only concerned about himself rather than his responsibility to my crucial needs. I felt so hurt till every time I prayed I could only cry and hoped that my heartache could heal. January 11th, 2020, my mom suddenly informed me that my dad had a cancer, as what he told her. He was hospitalized in North Jakarta which is 48 KM from our home. Before the pandemic arisen, my mom & I could only visit him twice due to its very far distance. When we were about to end our second visit & I said goodbye to him, I couldn't take off my eyes from him like had a sort of hunch as I felt somewhat a whisper in my heart saying “this is your last meeting with him”. After the pandemic started we couldn't even visited him at all. Since end January to March 2020 my dad underwent chemotherapy and most of time he was hospitalized. April 4th 2020 at around 3;00 PM suddenly I got a bad news from my dad's close friend saying that he was critical. I was shocked & immediately checked with his younger sister who accompanied him at the hospital. She confirmed about his critical condition & was about to be moved to isolated ICU since his doctor just found out that somehow he got infected by covid virus. His lung X-rays shown white & his kidneys got suddenly failed. I felt so shocked, deeply confused, hard to believe that covid could attack him while he had been hospitalized. His covid status prevented me from seeing him. Fortunately I got a chance to talk to him despite shortly through my aunt's cellphone & expressed my feeling by saying : "I love you dad" while crying & also said : “actually I've already forgiven you”. He could still hear me & replied me : “I love you too” In the evening around 8;00 PM my aunt intensively communicated with me & my mother, updating about dad's declining condition. At 9;35 PM my aunt told us about his weakening breath. At 9;45 PM she told us that he has gone. I got hysterical, couldn't accept the fact that he died so fast, when my big problem with him had not been resolved yet. His death due to covid prevented me & all of our close family from seeing his body nor attending his cremation process. His ashes was kept in one ashes storage house in West Jakarta. I tried to accept the fact that my dad was no longer around. Remember his kindness, miss the times of confiding in him as he was the one to whom I could express my complaints about anything related to anybody & soothed my heart when I faced problems. But when I remember how he reacted that has crashed my relation with him, I felt again a deep disappointment. My feelings were messed up between longing, annoyance, disappointment, sadness, love, good memories. A week later I followed a big online mass of spirits and submitted his name to be prayed for. I also held a private online mass via zoom to commemorating 100 days of his death and asked our parish priest to lead the mass, joined by close family, friends and Catholic communities in our neighborhood to pray for his eternal peace and happiness. Those all I can do for him. 2 weeks thereafter my mom had an accident fell from a ladder around 1.2 m height, she fell straight on her buttocks and back. Luckily no bone cracks nor fractures happened, so she didn't need to be hospitalized. I took few days leave to take care of her to certain extent. However she needed 3 months to recover 90%, during which she couldn't drive nor accompany me to visit my dad's ashes while I'm not able to drive far distance myself. Only by November 2020 my mom was able to accompany me visiting his ashes. I cried a lot & “talked” to him, let all my feelings out towards him. I prayed for him. Felt rather released for finally I was able to visit him despite only in form of his ashes that was stored in a marble jar. I still need time to accept that he has truly gone moreover as a victim of Covid too. Until now I sometimes cry when remembering his kindnesses but I have to continue my life. He'll be always in my heart. May God forgive all his sins & grant him a heavenly happiness. I love my dad but I believe God loves him much more.
There is a doctor's place next door from my place. Although for many of us, this time of pandemic is just quarantine life time, but for a doctor and other workers it is a time of hardship. It was during the first on set of virus , when hospitals were not even taking in any patients, and many hospital emergency services were closed. This doctor didn't even think for himself, and the virus infection risk he could be exposed to and started treating patients from his own clinic. He was rendering emergency services all for free. Several lives were saved at such time. Sitting in my room, I would see him leave everyday in his car. He could have easily remained at his home with his family in quarantine life, but he did his part like a duty. Although he did such great work, people in the neighborhood were kind of ignoring him. People were mostly scared from chances of getting infected from a potential person but they would not even look at him or wave to him. I could see he felt disheartened by that. When I went to talk to him about neighbors being so rude to him and ignoring him. He would laughingly say,” These people they aren't bad, they are afraid, that's it. They are trying to protect themselves and their family and that is the right thing. Don't worry for me.” It was then few days later, he was tested corona positive. He had mild symptoms and recovered after two weeks. After recovery, without giving a second thought he again got up for his task(Even though we tried to talk him out of it). He said that he knew his life could be at stake from the very day he decided to become a doctor. Then, a month later he died. The reason of death being severe respiratory illness which might have been caused by corona virus reinfection from other source or maybe we don't know. But this person died a hero. Such a selfless act. The bravery he showed during such period of crisis and terror, he is a character to salute. He touched many people's lives. He is now the inspiration for me and the people from the community. Being inspired by his acts, we built a place for isolation and quarantine in our community with the permission from the state. Since, many people are living in rented houses, the place served many people for isolation purpose. During this passive time, the single work we did gave us satisfaction to contribute. Even around each of us there are people doing the good work day and night. We need to admire and learn from them. Although, as an individual we can't stop this pandemic but we can fight it. It could be by directly helping infected ones, or even a few good words to them can boost their morale. So, this pandemic stay home be safe , but better than that build the safety by your deeds. Don't just do nothing...
As 2020 began, I had high hopes that it would follow in 2019's footsteps and be a great year. I was wrong. I was supposed to go to college this year, but I don't see the favors coming over my side, because the government has cancelled most of our competitive exams. This new disease, COVID-19, has flipped our worlds upside down from these last few weeks. At first, when I heard about this virus, I didn't pay any attention to it at all. I told myself that it was only a small disease and that it would stop soon. But in the end, it was the other way around. Months went by and the infection got worse. I started to realize the impact it has on human life and the importance of taking care of myself, to protect not only me but also others. As the media and government told us, it is important to stay at home because we can spread the virus without knowing it. Typically on a Monday, I would've been up at 7 am, going to study in my coaching classes from 9 am to 5 pm. Then after I used to spend some chill time with my friends or just take a walk in the local park. I always have something to do during the day. Many people think I'm pretty crazy for always having such a jam packed schedule but that's just how I function. Now on this Monday morning in quarantine, I woke up at 10 am, looked through social media for 45 minutes before I got out of the bed. And it would be great to say that, I've been studying for my classes and finally started that intense workout plan I've always wanted to do. It would probably be great to do all the tedious tasks that I've put off doing because I simply “never had time”. But now that this quarantine has granted me so much time, I haven't. I haven't done much of anything. Since the lockdown, I've had trouble finding motivation in doing anything other than getting out of bed and begrudgingly logging onto my Zoom classes. My thoughts on online classes? I was never a fan of online classes, never thought I would, but look at me now. In the midst of writing this, my teacher updated my math grades! How lovely, my grade is currently at a B… guys. Besides my math class, how am I supposed to take my other classes? Physics? Chemistry? At the same time. This quick transition from having in-person classes to now online classes is such an overwhelming feeling and I haven't even started. I'm pretty sure when I wished that i had some break for relaxation from the hectic schedule, this is definitely not what I had in mind. There's only so much Netflix and YouTube I could watch before I go crazy. Typically, I don't really watch that much Netflix because I always have something to do, so this transition isn't so easy. After the first couple days of being home and not being allowed out, I got sick of watching TV or browsing my Instagram, Twitter, and Whats-app and repeating it over and over again. I really want to be active. But I'm annoyed by scrolling through social media. Everything on YouTube is boring to me right now. It's so weird that whenever I pick up my phone, I involuntarily go to Instagram or Twitter to mindlessly scroll. I then get back to my room and take a nap. Afterwards, I grab something to eat. This is currently my daily routine. I think I should gain weight before ever catching COVID-19. I decided, instead of looking at people doing their own home/work routine, I would actually do my own routine. I recently joined an organisation which focuses on building Service leaders and Entrepreneurship skills. I'm also learning animation and doodle art, made few videos on YouTube out of them, got a pretty good response. And to be honest, I'm really liking this change. Simple actions such as going out to see your friends or hanging out with them, are now out of the question. Heck, even buying a pizza seems taboo nowadays. Over the past week or two, I've lost count of the days at this point. I've asked myself how to cure this seemingly never-ending loneliness. And like my most recent math test, I'm left with a lot of blank answers. I'm not even sure how long this quarantine will last, or how long I will last quarantined in my place, but all I know is that I'm trying to keep calm. I feel that in this time it's essential for all of us to adopt an optimistic point of view. The situation at hand is stressful, but life is still going on, and it's just as beautiful as it was before all of this. I'm taking the time to enjoy the little things, as well as try to improve on my poorer habits. What we need to remember is that this quarantine isn't going to last forever. We will be able to enjoy the things and the people we love in due time. Right now it's important to stay inside and do our part for the benefit of the world. So sit back, relax, read a book, or call a friend. We will get through this together, standing 6 feet apart, but together nonetheless.
Bihar a land where Gandhi started Champaran Satyagraha in support of indigo farmers, has history of producing roaring politician Jaiprakash Narayan who lead the mid 1970s opposition against prime minister Indira Gandhi, also called JP movement, is now bound with caste politics and where health ministers ask what's the death score in infant mortality. Our politicians, the bureaucrats and we as the society had only been pretence towards the cruelty our countrymen goes through. It is heart wrenching to see how our government's policies had been collapsing and have not reached out to those in need, these policies being made for. One sunny day I was heading towards the grocery store to get some food items although it's completely locked down in my state, some essential facilities are open for people. when standing in the line for social distancing, I saw a middle aged man wearing a mask stepping outside a ramshackle house in a weird way. I found it suspicious to believe someone would ever walk out of their house like this. Few minutes passed by, and I saw two women rushing out, that same house shouting and screaming. They were robbed while taking their midday sleep. The occurrence gave me flashbacks when my laptop and mobile phone got stolen from my room. That incident was more strange than shocking to me, that robbery made me think how courageous that man was to rob her house in the time when everybody is in their house because of lockdown, or he was more hungry to pilfer things because he needs it. It was raining the other day, so I went to the balcony to see outside. While glancing over my locality I saw a man sitting in a rickshaw shivering, I was first not sure whether or not to step out of my house but that feeble man's situation made me take steps towards him. I took a bowl full of rice and dal along with me. While going near him I realised that he is the same man who robbed that house midday, that frightened me but with doubt in my head and fear in my heart I anyhow reached him and offered him the bowl. He hesitated at first then accepted it, after he finished his bowl I tried to establish some talk and we talked about various things going around because of coronavirus and lockdown, I couldn't resist myself but asked him about that day of robbery. Firstly he equivocated but then confessed and started crying. He said his name is Radhe and he was just a regular rickshaw driver in around our area but because of lockdown he lost his job and his supply to food and shelter is not certain, he has no money and have no job so left with only option to rob, rob to feed both him and his childrens. We both had tears in our eyes after listening to his problems. Weeks passed by, but I was not able to take that incident out of my head every time I had my meal. I could not help but to think about him and so many more exactly like him, even worse. I could not have just relaxed inside my house and watched people like him suffer, after all their well-being is our responsibility. So I talked to my parents about those things happening and decided to help them in any way possible, either by providing them with food or giving them blankets and temporary shelter in our garage, we did it with complete passion. But I couldn't find Radhe, as he was already weak I feared if he died. Then one day I saw him sitting around the corner in his rickshaw smoking weed, I went to him to ask if he ate anything. He ate almost nothing since three days and has been starving from hunger, so I invited him to my place and gave him food and then we started talking about what he is going to do next and what his future plan about his childrens. He had no positive answer but worry in his eyes. So I proffered his meal along with his childers at my place until he gets his job back. I could sense the relief in his eyes, for him that was everything but for me it was just a help who needs it, so now he can focus on his family and arrange some source of income. We know this pandemic has made our economy crawl on knees but let's not forget these unnamed people around us keeping our city clean or roadside vendors or even daily wage labour, let's be more human toward them and let us restore their believe in humanity because as Mahatma Gandhi said "The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others"
The year 2020 has not been what any of us expected. That's an understatement to say the least. But a new year feels like a new start, and we welcomed 2020 with the blind optimism and hope that began every year. For my fiancé and me, 2020 held even more promise than years past. The light sparkling off my engagement ring mimicked the stars in our eyes, and we eagerly leapt into planning our wedding. Well, maybe it's more accurate to say that I eagerly leapt into planning our wedding. After all, I was the one who had literally spent hours (ok, days, who's counting?) of my life dreaming about this day. As my tastes had evolved through the years, so had the vivid details of my dreams. Elaborate, sparkling ball gowns transformed into simple, understated A-lines. Fancy venues and churches became scenic woods. Formal, brightly colored bridesmaid's dresses faded into flowing, natural hued gowns. Fall leaves blew away red rose petals. Casual, fun invites erased formal, fancy invitations. I could see it play out like a movie. Red and orange leaves whip through the air on the crisp, cool breeze. The green leaves left on the trees contrast sharply against the slate gray clouds threatening rain. Guests, dressed casually and prepared for weather, sit in chairs facing a clean white arch. Pachelbel's Canon begins, softly, cuing guests to turn around. My father stands next to me, waiting to walk me up the aisle. My family and friends smile in the audience. My bridesmaids stand in front of the arch, dresses blowing with the wind. There was just one detail that was never clear...my future husband. No matter how many times I revisited the dream, nothing changed; not until the moment I heard those four words I had been longing to hear: "Will you marry me?" The most beautiful words, coming from the most incredible, amazing man I had ever known. And in that moment, everything snapped into focus, and I saw him standing there, watching me walk up the aisle toward him, waiting to start our life together. And so, with the final piece of the puzzle in place, I waited (impatiently) for October 23, 2020. Then, COVID-19 flipped the world upside down. Cases escalated, every day life halted, and nothing was certain anymore. The world fell apart around us, and we were left with a decision. As reality set in, I retreated to my daydream of our special day. And I realized that something had changed. I watched the dream play out, but the details seemed different. The breeze had faltered, the colors dulled, the music muted. It was as if everything had faded—until I looked at him. I saw him smile at me, in full focus and clarity, and I realized that the wedding day I had dreamed of for so long wasn't as important to me as I had always believed. In that moment, I knew that what really mattered was getting to marry my best friend. Our wedding day was April 6, 2020, not October 23, 2020. Dead leaves rustled across the lawn in the soft, cool breeze. The green leaves growing on the bushes contrasted softly against the smoke gray clouds suggesting rain. Our five guests, dressed casually and hoping for good weather, sat in chairs facing a tree with sheer curtains draped over the branches, forming a makeshift arch. In lieu of Pachelbel's Canon, the young children next door provided running commentary loudly in the background. And my best friend and I walked up, hand in hand, to be married. As we started our life together, in a way we never would have expected, in a world that no one was prepared for, the details were suddenly more vivid, more beautiful, and more real than I ever could have imagined. And I knew that the memory of our wedding day would be far better than any dream.
The lock down had barely been lifted when people scampered on the road making the most of the time because no one knew when the state will be shut again. We heard about the terrible virus and we had so much confidence that before it gets to our country, it would be burned up by the heat in this part of the world, little did we know. It had come, the government declared a 2 weeks lock down leaving the masses stranded, almost hopeless and begging to survive. Soon the ban was lifted, only to be followed by a routine of work hours and a curfew of 8 pm- 6 am daily followed suit. This routine made life miserable for me but we could not object to it cause it was for our good. It was Friday, few minutes to 04: 00 pm, I had informed my colleagues that I would leave 2 hours after closure since I still had a pile of work yet to be done, I usually stay later than others compiling daily- monthly reports, thus I was left alone with my boss. I had nearly finished when I heard a knock on the door, it was my boss who came to inform me that he was going, I did not want to be left alone, I quickly shut down my system and followed him out. It was already late and he was not heading my direction. I bade him farewell hoping to see him the next week, I wish I had known what laid in store for me. Hurrying down the street, heading for the junction, I had to use the footbridge in order to get a cab that will go my way. A 100 meters to the bridge, I sighted a causally dressed young lady, she seemed to be waiting for someone, more so a stranger who needed direction, but I thought to myself, any sensible stranger would not wait on a lonely path just to ask for directions, my instinct gave a warning beep, run! I heard my heart tell me. Approaching the bridge, she took out her phone as if to call someone, she called out: "sister, please excuse me" i did not wait to hear what other information she had for me, I obeyed my instinct and took to my heels. She came after me, slowly and slowly, I ran as fast as I could up the bridge's stairs, straight and down again, my heartbeat, as loud as a gong. Racing down the stairs on the opposite lane, I flagged down a cab and hopped in without asking questions, I screamed "drive! We zoomed off and I felt at peace. A few meters into our journey, I noticed funny movements in the car, the driver kept using the rear mirror to look at me, his hair was braided, he had tattoos and a piercing on his nose, "okay I can overlook that" I said to myself, a nursing mother was in the front seat with her child, the lady by my side had an unkempt skin, she seemed to be uncomfortable, scared and all of that and a huge fair man by her side, making a total of 4 persons. I still did not feel anything was wrong in this cab, not until the lady beside me took out a spray from her bag and spoke in low tones, she told the man she just wanted to know what the spray scented like. I sat by the door, all the windows were partly down, I am allergic to harsh smell, so I wound the glass down, the driver wound it up from his seat, I did not know why I didn't oppose to this strange act. In split of seconds, she sprayed what she had towards me, I gave her a questionable look as to asking why she did that? I covered my nose, but luck was not on my side this time, even with my nose mask on, I had inhaled a good dose of it, instead of choking, I felt dizzy, that was when it dawned on me, I've been kidnapped, I screamed out loud: "from fry pan to fire, oh no! Just then did the same lady who seemed uncomfortable and scared asked of my name; "my name is Blue" I stammered, tears pouring from my eyes into my nose mask, "wow, I'm red then" they burst out laughing. She snatched my bag and started ransacking it, she said: "this babe is poor babe oh! she no get anything, what do we do? She pulled out something from my bag and threw it back with so much speed, she blurted: "eeww, disgusting fellow", just then did I realize she had taken out my handkerchief that was drenched in mucus from catarrh which I suffered through out the week. At every point where it seemed like I would sleep off, she gave me a slap to concentrate. She took out my wallet and found 2 expired debit cards, an expired university identity card, a few passports and just the complete amount of money to take me home. She took out my umbrella, then my ballerina shoes and she exclaimed; "did something die in your shoes, why do they smell so awful", I still couldn't say a word, I was so terrified. They dropped me at a junction I never knew, and carted away with my umbrella( I loved that umbrella so much). Sucked up in fear, I found another cab, this time I assessed the driver to the point he said; "madam, are you going or not? I sat all cuddled up at the back seat, wishing I could teleport myself from the car to the arms of my mama. I got home terrified, dizzy and uncoordinated. My sister mailed my boss asking for a week leave, he gave two, in his words: "let her quarantine herself".
On July 19, 2020, my mother and I finally stopped debating at 10 A.M. We get ourselves ready: a pair of jeans, an unenthusiastic t-shirt, shoes, and the last touch, a face mask. For several hours, we debated whether we should venture outside and if it was worth the risk. I assure you it was not. However, during the last few months, it seems as though our definition of what is worth the risk has shifted. We wanted out of the house. A day to pretend everything around us was just a moment that has finally passed. So, shopping was my suggestion for our venture out into the unknown. As we drove into the parking lot of the department store, I felt nervous, anxious. I have not been into a clothing store for the last four months or so. Why was I afraid? I was afraid of being around other people. I was petrified of being in one place for too long. And I was fearful of this being the place where I could encounter the virus, a place of unessential items, of no importance to life or death. First, I scanned the store to avoid too many people at once. We opted out of grabbing a shopping cart. Eventually, we had too many things in our hands and reluctantly resorted to the treacherous task of fetching a cart. The store had several carts already sanitized, but we do not trust their accuracy in disinfecting. I grabbed one, and I am perplexed on how I will clean the handle without sanitized wipes. I turn to my mother, who assumingly reads my expression, and she dumps hand sanitizer onto the handlebar of the shopping cart, rubbing the bar with her hands. I immediately become repulsed by her actions and reprimand her for such a cringe-worthy moment. Nonetheless, we continued sifting through racks of clothes. About halfway through the store, I felt sick. I could not breathe, and I wanted to rip my mask off and take a breath of department store air. I felt dizzy; my head was spinning, my heart rate rising. The risk of taking off my mask fluttering through my mind, and I knew I had to calm myself down. I had to remember why I was wearing the mask in the first place. It becomes difficult to do something that feels extremely alien. The mask has become a shield from the virus and a shield from the world we once knew. As my mother and I casually picked up items, I noticed other shoppers doing the same thing. Why are we all shopping? There is nowhere to go, nowhere to be, yet, here we are shopping as if we all have events to attend. My eyes scanned shoppers only to see their eyes in return. Their eyes filled with doubt, hope, indifference. Some seemed panicked and in a rush. Others daydream about where they might wear a new, pristine outfit. In contrast, some shoppers seemed determined to ignore a difference at all, unphased by the armor wrapped around their face, gripping their ears in an effort to remain a diligent protector against our one enemy. For whatever reason, we were all in this department store together, shopping for the future. Own futures that would help fuel our desires to maintain some sort of hope for the way things used to be. Uncomfortable with the amount of time we have spent lingering in the store, I urge my mother to the checkout counter. Another daunting task, spacing ourselves from other shoppers, practically holding our breaths until we reach the checkout clerk. An older woman, wearing latex gloves, a mask, and a transparent shield, waves us over to her register. She seems tired but does her job with ease. Her face is friendly, and her smile seems like it is always there, even through the adjustments of a world dealing with a pandemic. The risk she takes to continue her work makes me feel sad. She should not have to be here during a time like this. But maybe she has no choice, maybe she does. However, I still feel guilty and unsure of how to feel “normal” in moments like these. We leave the store and are emotionally exhausted, but the job is not over. We quickly throw our bags into the car and hurry to get to disinfecting ourselves. Ripping our masks off as if we just escaped an inhospitable terrain, we began the process of dowsing ourselves in hand sanitizer. The smell of alcohol sickens me, and the fumes turn from a haven to an inescapable high. We have managed to interact with society and engage ourselves in a common occurrence. I know my outside adventures will not always consist of the same feelings I experienced with my mother. The world will not always be in a state of fury and fear. I look at my son and see hope; I see the future of change in his eyes. And now that we can only see each other's eyes, I see people clinging on to a life they may have never seen before. My favorite author Paulo Coelho said, “Most people see the world as a threatening place, and, because they do, the world turns out, indeed, to be a threatening place.” I believe I see those who still see our world as hopeless, but I choose to see people like my son, unafraid of the challenge to see beauty.
You know how some people say that there are days you can never forget, and how those days mark the beginning of a new life experience? Well, Thursday, 23rd May 2020 is that day for me. I was a graduate intern working with a firm but that was about to change. It was past five in the evening, the time is still registered in my memory because it was after work and the last customer had gone out the door. My colleagues and I sat in the hall facing Mr Cheryl. "Today we got an email from head office, all interns are to stay back home from now on." He addressed us. He further explained that it was due to the novel virus. I really did not know what to feel. This meant no more waking up by 5am, but it could easily mean no pay. It was the first time I felt the sting of the pandemic. Though the news of the ravaging effect of the virus was and still is everywhere on the news, it never occurred to me that I'd be affected by it. It always felt to me like some distant tale from another universe. Not until the Italian guy showed up in my country, crumbling my illusion of a safe haven. Thus including Nigeria in the united sigh of the world. I had no idea that day would mark the last of my internship. I picked up my bag, walked out of the firm and into the first page of my 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦 story. Pretty much the first page for a lot of other people in my country as Nigeria too, like some other affected countries, observed the pandemic imposed lockdown. Like most of the world, I had more time on my hands than I knew what to do with. Days seemed to swim in a blur of tedious leisures of bathroom singing, novel reading, sleeping, movie watching and a lot of other stuffs that got old, with each night washing into a new day. The hour hand that divided work hours from rest hours faded into the obscurity of the lockdown. The order of the world was upturned. Then there were accusations and counter accusations. In the middle of all these, mom had a brilliant idea, let me rephrase that, she had a brilliantly "energy sapping" idea. Since we were all home, and the world was experiencing a united lockdown, she thought it the best time to give to mother earth. And so, fearing the universe might experience an economic melt down, mom set us all out into farming. We planted some maize seeds, a minute quantity of water melon seeds and a lot of cassava stems, which by the way was absolutely not my idea of fun. Though, to be totally sincere, the farming had it's bright side. For through the sweat dripping cultivation, my family got to do something together. Something that was productive too. And in a few months afterward, we were smiling to the farm to reap our harvest. So yeah, moms are pretty smart. Now, I know while my family was making family time out of ploughing the soil, the lockdown created a very trying period for the world and it felt like planet Earth and her inhabitants were trapped in a battery-less clock as time felt frozen. With the ever busy industries shut down like a wounded fox licking her sore paw. But more than the curse of the lockdown, we were given a gift. All of us. It was the gift of a pause from our ever busy lives, and in the quietness of the world's lockdown, we found ourselves... ...the part of us that had been hidden by the continuous efforts to make the world work. For me, I discovered the gift of writing, of expressing myself with the power of words and of painting the pictures in my mind on paper with the supplied varieties of letters. Something I'm thankful for. And more than that, it afforded me the time to carry out a lot of personal development, reading lots of books, plus I took some online classes that I never got around finishing -don't judge me, I bet half of the world's population didn't- and to add a feather to that hat, I plan on taking violin lessons soon. Worthy of mention too, is the quality family time it gifted us with, even though seeing one's siblings faces everyday could wear one out, especially if like me, you have two energetic younger brothers always trying to tear the house down. It is still something to cherish and be grateful for. And no matter what sad happenings the pandemic-imposed lockdown has caused, I see it as just one big interlude, you should too and soon enough we'd all get back to life as we know it, like some part of the world have already.
This Pandemic is something I never thought would happen. It feels like something you would only fear would happen, only in a movie or such. It was only then when the president announced a national emergency. Truly, I didn't think much of it. All I did was celebrate. Sounds strange, right? Well, my mind was focused on other things - school being canceled, no more homework. It felt like a relief. I was finally free from the stress of all the words and notes we had to memorize, all the complaints from the teachers saying we were being too loud, all the pressure. But that was not all. This school year was not just a pain because of all the work and pressure put on me, it was also because I was experiencing bullying. In the movies, the bully always loses and the so-called “nerd” always ended up with a happily ever after. I waited and waited for my “happily ever after” but I never received it until this pandemic. Well, it wasn't necessarily the happy ending I expected. I expected sooner, before the rumors, lies, and gossip, but I realized I didn't live in a movie. Even if I did though, I don't think I would receive my happy ending. You see, in these movies, they lived in a stereotypical world. Don't get me wrong, stereotypes still live on in these days, but they're quite different from the movies. In the movies, there would be a “geek” or “nerd” who constantly got picked on from the “jock” In my scenario, it was quite different. These girls would pick on me for not being in advanced classes yet they would go around failing from wasting their time by gossiping and chasing after every boy in sight. Every mean comment, rumor, or lie told about me broke me down even more. I used to come home to my room and lay in bed, my thoughts debating whether I'm smart enough, pretty enough, good enough. It was all too much to handle as one day I broke into tears as my mother kissed me goodnight. “What's Wrong?” She asked. That's when I broke. I told her everything from the gossip to the little lies told about my family. My mother hugged me, “It's okay. Those girls are just jealous.” I rolled my eyes at this overused phrase. My mother tries again, “When I was your age, there was always this girl who would tease me and put me down. It was horrible. I used to cry every day. One day I had enough of it. I stood up to her. I told her off. From then I just learned to ignore people like that, those ignorant people. Now it's your time to ignore them and stand up to them.” I looked up at her and muttered, “ I guess so.” My mother hugged me and left the room. It might not have been a grand talk or a life-changing speech, but it was good to know I wasn't alone. Yet the rumors kept coming. They were quite hard to ignore but I kept my head up and tried my best. That's when “my happily ever after” started to begin. A couple of weeks after my mother's small pep talk, this virus started to spark a few interests around our city. First, it was one tiny case that went away. After it was two, then three, but they came out perfectly fine. That's when panic started to calm down, until one day, while I was at a friend's house to deliver a small gift, the first case was confirmed in our city. We didn't think much of it until it started to get to fifty, one hundred, then five hundred, now here we sit at home, knowing our country has over a million cases. Schools and shops of all kinds started to close down, no more education, no more movies to watch at the theater, no more going to the park after school. For most, this was a beginning to a sad world, but for me, it was my beginning to a happy life. I know, still sounds strange. I thought my days were going to be filled with fun and carefree games when I found out school was canceled for the rest of the year, but then I started to feel dull. I started to feel lonely and lazy. Not only that, I started to realize how much was happening in this world. I realized the world is not just me, it's so much more. Sounds cheesy, I know. I remember flipping on the news channel to find it all. The cases started to surge, people were being killed for the color of their skin, and a dramatic amount of people were dying. At that moment it hit me. People were suffering, dying, and I hadn't noticed. Even in my own life, there were difficulties I had not paid any attention too. My family was separated, I could not see my grandmother who was going into several operations and trying to keep herself safe in the process. There were several nights when we received a phone class from my grandmother in Peru, saying she may have this deadly virus yet to this day, my whole family is healthy and safe from any danger. Now, I realize how lucky I am, how lucky I am to simply be alive. Of course, I still worry about all the little things but really at the end of the day, I'm just happy to wake up in the morning with my loving and healthy family.
It was March 17, 2020 when I had last seen so many natives and strangers under the same blazing sun and kept a feet outside of our basement. I was very delighted to hear that my university will be closed for an indefinite time period. It was so calm and peaceful for the first two weeks, I was sleeping to the fullest and giving a break to my brain after so long. Particularly I wasn't really frightened of COVID-19 because the first patient detected was a foreigner and soon he was recovered and the number and of cases were a few. But after that the number started being larger and I started longing for an excuse to go outside or find a companion. I started spending longer hours in social media and always trying to believe that COVID-19 can't reach my mother and sister. The more I thought the more I got frustrated watching the curve turning to go up which literally developed insomnia and some other mental disturbances. Moreover, my university decided to take online classes that added extra pressure on my already retarded psychology. After a month, life become intolerable with fear, mental disturbances and additional pressure on my brain. One night it was almost 4 am, and I still couldn't sleep and all the thoughts started assembling on my head leaving me with acute headache. All at once, I decided that I have to face it, not to escape from it. Besides, I realized that this was the longest vacation that I could ever have, so why not try living a life that's worth living? Immediately I got my “little white book of wellness” and started making my new routine. The first thing I included in my routine was that I had to develop the habit of getting up early. I started going to bed at 9 pm and get up at 4 am having a long 8 hours sound sleep. As most people were leaving the city and everything was so quiet I got a really good environment for sleeping. This virus have grown a feeling in me that my lungs were really important and I should make them stronger than this virus. I started researching on methods to make our lungs stronger. At the same time of reading newspapers, I got to know that people were dying with heart attack more than ever. Also it was not only me who was psychologically imbalanced, a lot of people were suffering from the same problems. Considering everything that I needed to fight this virus I felt like nothing is better than working out and eating healthy. I started doing Kundalini Yoga (a special form of breathing exercise) and HIIT cardio without any equipment. Firstly the breathing exercises worked wonders allowing me to take up more oxygen and HIIT cardio helped to carry my oxygenated blood equally to all parts of my body. It was also giving a natural glow to my skin and a good mood. I started taking more water, fruit juice and greens with my diet and as we were not being allowed to go out to meet junk-food cravings allowed a better digestion. I was losing weight, my body was toned and healthier and my mind was better than ever before. I was concentrating more on my studies which left me with some nice grades. I also developed a habit of reading books for 2 hours before going to bed. I smelt new books often and it increased my knowledge to a huge extent. I loved my mother and sister a lot. We spent a lot of time together watching movies and flying kites and watching more sunsets together than Netflix. I also limited my social media activity. I was happy than ever although with a broken heart with underprivileged people suffering out there. I felt an urge to do something for them. And I listened to my heart. I started working with a non-profit organization who were providing groceries and aids to underprivileged children. I wasn't earning yet but I took part in collecting data and money. I also used to write social media contents for their official page. And luckily the organization has been helping 87 underprivileged families for two months. I don't know if anyone would trust me or not, even if the whole world was going through utter sufferings I was better than ever. This crisis gave us the chance to be better. Actually the biggest thing we were taught during this crisis is we are still vulnerable to the nature, irrespective of race, gender or nationality we are all one single species. Death can knock at your door any moment. And everything I did during this quarantine let me live the moment paying no heed to the underlying uncertainty. And the nicest thing is that all of my family members are still safe and my immune system has been working better than ever. I have allowed myself to do everything good during these four months and still doing so. Now, if anyone says COVID-19 has no cure I would say then prevent it. I have followed by the hygiene rules and made my family members do the same. And we are still okay. I have grown a strong willpower to fight against this virus and I believe this is the biggest antidote to any deadly virus that exists or will emerge in future.
This year, we all are facing something we didn't even think about. A very unnamed and destructive living character came into existence this year. The whole world has faced its destruction and named it as CORONA virus emerged from China and did a world tour without having any visa and passport. The impact of this virus is irredeemable. And this virus bound us to live in home quarantine. This situation made us realize a need of proper lockdown and home quarantine system. From here, my story of home quarantine begins- In INDIA, due to this virus a very prolonged lockdown started. My quarantine life was also like everyone else's just to stay at home, do nothing and pass my time. Initially, I was quite happy that for some days I didn't have to go anywhere. I was very excited because I had just completed my 10th exam and was indeed free from studies. I started my first day of lockdown or home quarantine with waking up late in the morning, getting fresh and having my breakfast. I passed my day watching Netflix movies or series, playing online games, listening music and having fun. I passed two or three more days like that but after that my boring passage of time started because I was getting fed up with my daily routines. There is a phrase in hindi “Khali dimag saitaan ka ghar” in English it means “Empty mind devil's house” according to this phrase, Some mischievous work occurred in my brain and we prepared to make Pani puri an Indian street dish but that enraged my mom a lot because of the mess we made. After that I was not allowed to enter in the kitchen. I was left with two bedrooms, a small corridor and bathroom where I could roam. At first, I was thinking about a few days of lockdown but it turned into few months of lockdown. I actually passed about two and a half months staying at home. We made a lot of efforts to go to our hometown and finally we got pass to move for about 3 hours amid the situation out there and moved to our hometown for about a month. I really enjoyed a lot with my three cousin brothers and my brother. We learnt how to make Idli sambhar a south Indian dish with the help of youtube and we were quiet successful because that was so delicious. We used to watch a lot of movies like series of Harry Potter, Zero dark thirty, The mask and many more. After so many years, I watched horror movies one after another. I watched Amityville house and The possession of Hannah grace but I didn't find it that much scaring but the fact is I watched about half part of the movie closing my eye. But the next day, I watched The conjuring and I was very scared the whole day. That night, I got scared when my brother waved his blanket over me because only that ghost look was moving in my head. But you can say I am that much stubborn that instead of all that scary feeling I watched Conjuring 2 the next day. And that look of ghost Valak haunted me for weeks and I have once again decided not to watch horror movies. Again, after a month or so we moved to our place and lived about two more weeks in home quarantine. And I realized that my father has very much patience because no one can believe that he passed his whole lockdown watching Corona updates on news. I believe that we should know what is going on in the world but that much would drive someone insane but hats off for my father. But this lockdown had some positive impact on environment. Nature of many parts of India improved because we were not going out that proves that we have spoiled our nature and we are the one who is facing its consequences. Instead of positive I noticed psychology of most of the Indians. I have mentioned myself stubborn above but I think I am not that much because people in India were again and again breaking lockdown and our police officers had to make efforts to make them stay at home. It proves whether the most of the people are not aware of the situation or they want to spread this virus. After that much attempt the commencement of Unlock 1 announced. But ending of lockdown does not mean that corona has stopped its spreading. Instead of unlock we are getting out when it is necessary because we are the only ones who can keep our immunity strong and be safe. Here comes the end of my story with the pray that our world will get rid of this problem very soon and we will again be free to visit any place we want instead of fear of corona spreading. And god will support us with every possible ways.