Alive and Safe

 

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving - ALBERT EINSTEIN

It has been two months to date since I stepped out of the gated community or interacted with people. It is an achievement of sorts for someone who likes to meet people. Maintaining physical distance is one thing and social distancing is another. Thank God! There are smart phones to keep in touch with friends and family. I am also grateful for the location of my home which lets me enjoy the nature being nestled in a valley. The Bs... birds, bees and butterflies have been my constant companions with some even entering the home for a few seconds and getting me excited.

In the beginning, the washing and cleaning did seem like a chore but soon it became a way of life taking my husband and me to the time when we didn’t have a domestic help; but with a difference. We couldn’t step out to mingle; we had to CONSTANTLY wash our hands but also everything that was procured with husband pitching in BIG time!!! But we were tired of the constant washing after 45 days and at times drained out too. It appears that the shine in life is getting dulled; probably our response to stress...fight or flight.

Like so many who celebrated their birthdays without a big gathering at home or partying elsewhere, in the last few weeks, I too am celebrating mine, today, at home. I would have loved to go out for a fancy meal because I am bored of cooking. That is one area hubby doesn’t want to step into as he claims that he doesn’t have the patience and the world who knows him thinks that he has loads of it!!!

I have a lot to be grateful for... I am safe; my parents, child and extended family is safe in other cities; the birds sing without missing a day and the butterflies fly without a care; there is food on my table and a comfortable bed to rest.

So cheers to being alive and safe!

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