Today is the 17th day of lockdown, it has been 17 days since the news was announced, and I really really want to say that it feels like yesterday, but it doesn’t. It feels like years, since the first day. The other day my mother said, that everyday was passing very quickly. I looked at her jokingly, but she was genuine.
Remember, in lockdown day 12 I wrote about how time flies, well it does. But, not all times. It flies, when you are enjoying something I enjoyed the school year, and saw it fly past. But, I ain’t enjoying this lockdown. I was thinking of writing about some other spiritual stuff I thought of today, but then I wondered what if I wrote about something else, something other than the usual ‘more than my age’ thinking?
So the past few days, I’ve been writing like a normal thirteen year old do, I want to show my readers, my other side the one which thinks about the world innocently and learns and understands like any normal kid.
My mom’s birthday is coming in a couple of days, and I was a bit sad that we won’t be able to celebrate it like every year.
But, my dad lifted my spirits by convincing me that we would give her a birthday she won’t forget, though we haven’t thought of anything yet. I am sure we will make it memorable, not letting even a twinge of regret get in the way.
Today, I studied for a couple of hours in the morning, then I had nothing to do. My routine has been the same since so many days. I wake up, I study, I eat lunch, then the entire afternoon is full of screen time, during evening I talk to my friends, then dinner, and the day ends.
There has been no change, and continuity makes my day even more boring, waking up in the morning and knowing that the things I am going to do today are the same things I am gonna do tomorrow. And, no matter how are I try I just can’t seem to shake it up a bit. Maybe, that’s why I am so excited for my mom’s birthday. A day full of excitement and joy.
See that is why I’m writing again, I can tolerate everything that’s going on, because of this blog. All these days, as long as I am telling my readers my feelings and what I am thinking about, I am remaining sane. This blog is like that final thread, the final thread that I am hanging on and depending on.