The bell doesn’t ring any more.
Nor does the intercom call.
There is no wait for the lift and when it comes it is empty.
No lift man nor neighbour to smile at.
There is no loud chatter of staff, nor
The morning sounds of opening newspapers
And asking for 3 eggs from the bread and egg seller who comes home, cause we have enough.
The driver to take the car keys.
There aren’t traffic jams,
No Road side stalls,
No Rickshaws with blaring music.
No loud horns.
Bus stops are empty, there are no school busses on the road.
The theatres don’t open up a world of fantasy and fiction. A ticket isn’t taken from hand to hand. Sharing a popcorn is deathly.
Dad doesn’t come for a walk in the building anymore.
Mom doesn’t walk into my room unannounced.
The boys friends aren’t loitering in the house anymore.
There isn’t even an argument with them over not being out late.
There are no plans, no texting friends check if they’re on their way to our house.
No tight hugs, no back slaps, no high five.
No futile banter,
No raucous laughter.
I can’t see the faces that comfort me.
I can’t see faces period.
Nothing is as it was, A dystopian world we never imagined.
Its an impaired place.
Where living with abandon is disinfected.
Where carefree is sanitised.
Thankfully there’s a lot to do. It’s a huge distraction and relief.
But emotionally there’s a chasm that may never be relived of the unknown.
This new normal is a gaping hollow,
Echoing of things that once used to be.
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