My Covid Tale

The last couple of months have got me questioning a lot of things and events happening with and around me. And while I’m sure it's not only me who is muffled and uncertain about life in general right now, I thought it's the right time to put my feelings and thoughts down somewhere for it to not go full supernova after it reaches its quota of being bottled.

I’m going to begin this in the 2020 BC era (and BC here stands for Before Covid not Before Christ. I am well aware of my choice of words here, though era sounds heavy and a little extra I’d give it some credit, afterall it was a different time period altogether. ). Being in a boarding school for the better part of my life I didn't exactly get to experience what life outside our little safe bubble was like. Not that we lived on a different planet but staying in an enclosed area for 8 months with minimal contact to the world outside is however not a very usual thing to do. So it is safe to assume that I was very excited to live the “normal” life outside the brick walls of my school. However difficult it felt to finally step out of the safe haven that my school was, I was thrilled by the thought of finally getting to live a “normal” life.

But yes that feeling didn’t last very long as the world was over taken by the tiny monster virus. As the world was locked up and made prisoners in their own houses I could feel my life flipping and it made me feel helpless. Everything was suddenly different. And though I felt trapped there was not much that could've been done about it. The only question I’m assuming everyone had in mind was when will this get over? When will things normalise? And while my parents gave me an answer I wasn't ready to accept then, woefully I am starting to believe in it more and more with each passing day. They said to me that this pandemic has changed not only the world but the course of time as a whole and this is and will be our “New Normal”.

As the months passed by my frustration kept mounting up. I found myself completely powerless which made me ruthless and irresponsible. And as a consequence to this negligence I was victim to this virus. This period was especially tough for me because the world had really just begun to reopen and refunction when I was confined into the isolation of my room. I was so furious with life, to me it seemed like I was being subjected to everything terrible in the world which now I understand was not true. I however don't blame myself for feeling what I was feeling back then because that's what too much isolation does to a human brain. If this pandemic has taught me something is that humans are needy (not necessarily in a selfish kind of way), they need other people to keep their body, soul and mind together, they need to balance out the bad with the good as it is essential for their survival.

Though this time was very tough and indefinitely miserable I understood that it is for times like these that we need to cherish and celebrate the good times because when the downlow comes you still have something to look back at. This time made me realise how important it is to communicate, and to tell the people who are a vital part of your life that their presence makes your life easier and better.

I realised that after bad times also comes the good. And after all the pain and misery I went through what came to me as a reward was an incredible time I was looking forward to for 9 months. I got to meet my friends, my people who mean the world to me. And suddenly all the agony became worth the discomfort for as I laughed and gasped for air with them again, I remembered nothing of it.

The air around was somewhat merrier again. We all started hoping to stride towards a Covid free “Normal life” again. But this was short lived as the virus struck back with newer more powerful mutants. I was oblivious to where our world was heading. This place is dark, gloomy, tragic and petrifying. The virus has a reach wider than the sky and it is taking down everyone with it.

This virus has now started seeming like an ever growing power hungry storm which yet has to reach its eye. This storm is constantly swallowing people I love and deeply care about and this is frightening me. The virus has not only infected people physically but mentally. The world has somehow become greedier. People are profiting over other’s misery and this is making me sick.

Is it too much to ask for a day without people getting infected? Is it too much to ask for a day without losing someone? Is it too much to ask for safety and health? And is it too much to ask for a normal life without being afraid of something which isn't even visible to the naked eye?

I feel lucky everyday just to be alive and knowing that my family is safe and well. At a time like this there isn't more that I could ask for. Looking at people losing their beloved to lack of resources makes me feel helpless. Hearing about people pass away due to lack of breathing air, brings chills to my spine. And yet there is nothing that I or anyone can do about it.

If you are safe and well please stay at home, don't let your urge to enjoy be the reason for someone's world ending. Maintain your distance, sanitise and wash your hands, wear your mask, help us overcome the virus before it ends what is left of the world.