Diary Entries

Rainy days evoke memories of my childhood days when I used to play in puddles of water on the street. On my way home from school, I would dip a foot or both but always made sure my feet were clean when I get home to my grandmother. The rainy days of late, has stirred me to write something about raindrops - those droplets of water falling from the sky. Raindrops On A Leaf Raindrops ran in rivulets Down the slender leaf so green Then bewitching tiny droplets, Slowly forming can be seen. Rain ceased, the storm passed. Little droplets sitting still Dancing, jiggling then at last On the ground they fell. With each drop came snippet Of memories from the past. Treasured and forever etched In my mind and in my heart.

A Day's Reflection Another day has dawned.... The early morning chill has roused me from my sleep. I woke up to an empty bed...for a while, it slipped my mind that my hubby earlier kissed me goodbye while I was half-awake. It is already six o'clock and he has gone off to work. I, on the other hand, still works from home. It has been like this for three months now, ever since this pandemic changed the way we do things and live our lives. I walked around the empty house, walked past the two small rooms and came to the dining table. I took some time to admire the oranges neatly sitting in the fruit basket atop the table. They were bright orange, enticing and inviting. As I sat down to my breakfast of cereals and cup of hot Milo, I relished in the peace and quiet of the house. I have learned to love some bits and pieces of this new normal. For one, I don't need to do those mad dashes in the mornings in order to catch my train. Also, since, I don't need to go out and brave the cold winter mornings, I haven't had any of my mild asthma attacks. Of course, there is nothing like going back to the old normal, when you can hang out with your friends without any fear of catching the virus. It will be good to see people who lost their jobs gain it back, businesses bouncing back to life.

As I stay home and steer away from places that I used to frequent, I tell myself this. Don't just count the days. Enjoy them and fill each and every minute with good memories. Learn a craft, pick up a hobby, read a good book. True, bad days like these come but they too will go away like the black dense clouds being blown by the wind. Look forward to spring and summer when the winter gets cold and dreary and you feel all alone and miss the company of good friends. It will give you hope and reason to expect for better days when everything goes back to the way it was.