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It’s a promising Thursday or maybe it’s a Friday.
The monotonous years make it difficult
To recollect what day, it is!
But I look at my phone and yes,
“Today’s Friday!”, it says.
I wake up rather unhurriedly, and
Have breakfast that I made (or ordered, infact!)
I then stay put for a while, in front of my closet
Trying to decide between a blue and a black.
A thought rushes in to my mind and I realize
How privileged I’m that I still get to choose –
I go with the black, anyways.
It’s just a 10-minute walk, from my apartment
To my cubicle. But I take 25. I take 25 to
Amble my way, greeting everyone I meet,
Hugging them, shaking hands,
Exchanging pleasantries just like the days when
COVID wasn’t an everyday term!
My office dons a different look today –
There are no one with face masks around,
There are no temperature checks going on,
There are no god-dammed sanitizers in sight.
I feel relaxed, at ease, you know right?
Inside no one seems to be working.
My manager intercepts me in the corridor,
Informing me how it’s just a day to celebrate –
With fellow colleagues, and every thing in sight.
The azure sky is rather cloudless today, but
A solitary cloud still reduces the sun’s impact,
And the tree that had more flowers than leaves -
Well, it still has more flowers than leaves!
There’s this added tinge in the air and yes,
You can breathe it now, for COVID -
It’s finally absent here!
**[It’s just a piece on, “Hope - the feeling we have that, the feeling we have is not permanent.”
I’m sorry, it doesn’t however account for the lack of vaccines, oxygen, hospital beds or pyre slots!]