Commonplace activities and neighborhood places are attaining a revered status now. I'm longing to stroll through Indiranagar, visit the few places I frequent. The more I think about it, the more romantic the whole place seems. Sigh!
A colleague of mine was saying her regular life itself was like quarantine except for going to workplace. Her family rarely went out and she said she was feeling sorry for people who ate out often. But she missed the workplace terribly because that's where she met people and she was always surrounded by them and now she's struggling in the confines of home.
I am struggling with what seems like endless work. Both workplace and home are keeping me extraordinarily busy and there seems no respite. But I've stopped thinking about it, though. Days pass like a whirl and my only worries are when supplies dwindle and that I'm not taking care of Jayalakshmi Auntie as much as I should. But sometimes, when someone says a kind word(the usual suspects L and my mother, and SB!) it feels like I could burst into tears. I don't.
I wrote to J after long. He said Japan had been quite relaxed so far but slowly more companies were asking people to work from home. His project starts WFH from today.
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