The Quarantine Chronicles: Day 6//Day 12 (March 22nd, 2020)

March 22nd, 2020: Day 6 of my Absolute, Now-Government-Mandated Quarantine//Day 12 of my School’s Earlier, Precautionary One.
Photography by Ami J. Sanghvi

This morning, it finally happened.


I woke up, and the first thing I did was sigh.


The day ahead was daunting even before I opened my eyes. There was this overwhelming sentiment of having nothing much to look forward to but more work, more homework, and perhaps even the carrot pureeing I plan to do later this afternoon.


There is, of course, the poetry, and the paint, and the video-chat I have scheduled for tonight…


But that all seems far away…


So far away…


Too far away…



I didn’t know what to do, so I washed my hair, put on a pink shirt, bought a grappling dummy off the Internet, made a rather large cup of coffee, and wrote. I find I am haunted by the dream I had last night — one based in this very specific and elusive kind of magic I somehow found in the quarantine.


But, it wasn’t real.


COVID-19, however, is. It’s very fucking real.


Too fucking real.


Thus, I’ll stay inside, and I’ll bide the time, simply daring to dream of better days.

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