Sleepless nights, dead dreams, and a sinking feeling!
He thought that he would never make it back home.
December 2019, He was speaking to his friend in Germany, that’s when he first heard that name. He has heard that name before as he was a cerevisaphile. But little did he knew about the situation at the other side of the tunnel.
Home is where I belong, it’s been a year since I went there. It’s time to catch up with time again. He thought of the most valuable experience life has taught him. Home is where I have started my journey and that is the best place to re-start a new journey. I have failed infinite times in life, but then there was only one place to go back to, “home”!
I have been lost, broken, faithless, hopeless, confused, and petrified about the next. But home has dragged me along, solved my trance, and covered my soul from a nervous breakdown in life. Whenever I had wished for or dreamt about something, I have always got what I needed but not wanted!
“Son, when will I see you again, will you ever come back”?
Why should I go backward in life? Moreover, it’s my life, I have the liberty to decide what I should be doing and where I should be going. Why should I go back to where I started and ruin everything that I have built myself. All that I have conquered, all that I have experienced, all that I have profited in life to date. Why should I go back and kill the exposure that I have gained? Why should I go back, when my future is haunting me. Why, why, and why?
Because happiness and home start with the same letter.
Don’t give reasons for not doing something, but give reasons for doing something.
I resign, am going home to the place where I belong, where happiness is high. He resigned on the 7th of Jan 2020, and by the end of that month, there was a pandemic declared.
Uncle: Hey, how are you? will catch up for a “cup of coffee” before you leave!
He replied happily “sure uncle we must, you are next door, there is a lot of time before I leave, and here are the books that you gave me, thank you”.
For most people, grocery shopping is an unproductive activity. But for the others it’s an occasion, they plan a family activity, meet friends or at times even check out hot babes at their favorite or happening supermarket in the city. But now the situation was evolving in the lockdown. Hence, ordering groceries online wasn’t an interesting activity like before, as you had to wait for a day for the delivery. But now, amid this panic eating away all the prayers ever said, it was a lifesaver, and there was a queue for getting a slot to book a delivery because of the overload.
Panic, fear on one side and party mood, irresponsible behavior on the other. Common sense doesn’t evolve with age as they have predicted but happens only with experience and exposure to situations. Work from home and work at home was a juggle, but with his wife around, the circus was on. There wasn’t a crisis or a draught yet. But the pandemic was pushing limits. People learned cooking, yoga, fitness, and became vloggers. Schools went from teaching under a tree to online mode, education gained popularity on screen now. Writer’s found more time, but that coffee was forgotten. He forgot to have that coffee with the uncle. It wasn’t deliberate, but time drank it before.
The pandemic never gave him that chance!
He was in a rush to get back home, time was short, the panic was in the air, and lockdown behind his tail. He wanted his family to be safe, that was his priority. He didn’t want them no harm, as this was not the life that they deserved. It was his war against the growing unknown.
God, if it has to happen, then it should be me and only me that you want through it. It must be me who should be going through it and not anyone in my prayers.
They say, a miracle happens at the end of the cliff, I believe it, do you?
He was home after months of waiting, but without a scratch, immediately in quarantine away from the rest. I am back home after years, breathing still. And panic is not the best gift to give my loved-once, I don’t want to spread this, hence I am hiding from the rest. That night he slept peacefully not knowing the reality that was above him.
Secretary: Sorry to let you know that, your next-door neighbor, uncle is no more.
How, I didn’t even see him around for a month, what happened?
The coffee was purposely made to forget, as miracle had God’s actions.
It was a simple cup of coffee but never got the chance to drink. When he has had a million cup of coffee at least by now, he couldn’t drink that cup of coffee. That was impossible by now, as the pandemic took the uncle along.
That cup of coffee was there for ages but never got around.
So I must have that cup of coffee with you, only if you “wish” we could have it together someday, let’s survive this pandemic for that sake at least!
Disclaimer* This is an inspiration from real-life experiences and not a publicity stunt, not intended for hurting any persons/religious sentiments, this is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. I have tried to recreate events, locales and conversations from my memories of them. In order to maintain their anonymity in some instances I have changed the names of individuals and places, I may have changed some identifying characteristics and details such as physical properties, occupations and places of residence. This post is not intended as a substitute for the medical advice of physicians. The reader should regularly consult a physician in matters relating to his/her health and particularly with respect to any symptoms that may require diagnosis or medical attention.
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