A Book Of Lessons

News of the virus spreading and people dying hit the world like a ship being struck by an iceberg. The planet shook and families uprooted by the impact of the calamity. With huge waves lashing and a limited number of lifeboats, the population was distressed. Amidst all the chaos, “ Mom, Dad, you both will not step out of the house until the lockdown is lifted. I will be working from home so groceries and other things will be taken care of” said my son. My daughter cancelled her visit. She immediately made a video call to check on our safety. A word of caution was the most important part of the conversation. What followed was like a book of life lessons opening before us. The domestic services were asked to stay away in mutual interest. We, as a family had to reschedule our routine. There was a distribution of tasks so that a solitary family member would not be exhausted. I was amazed at my own efficiency in doing things. I have never been a star chef. But without a cook, I managed to dish out delectable food. The kitchen was a more peaceful place without the supervisory banter. Moreover, I realised that cooking was not rocket science but a skill coated with love and affection. Initially, with the absence of house help, the upkeep of the house seemed like a gigantic task. The cleaning of eight rooms began to seem like a mountain range difficult to summit. Being a cleanliness freak this appeared to be daunting. But the very next day there was a discussion on task sharing. In normal circumstances, my husband and son would seldom be available for housework. But both came forward and the distribution was done by the time we finished our breakfast. Though not surprising, it was somewhat a revelation for me. I never considered my family members as helping hands for household chores. My family includes husband, children and five pets. Each one with their individual personality traits, needs, behavioural patterns and their own scheme of things. The lockdown period has shown me a larger portrait of the love and affection of my family. It is not only about task sharing but compromises on personal likes and dislikes, care and concern showed became a lot more obvious. There is no more time, opportunity and occasion for interaction, conversation and family bonding. My son’s responsible behaviour became so much more noticeable and overwhelming. Though loads with professional work and being at quite some distance, my daughter’s video calls increased in frequency and duration. On introspection, I realised that the musk fragrance which was always there was never sensed. Is the fast-paced life depriving us of the most essential and beautiful feelings and Moments of our life?-