I write this from my home in Mumbai, a day after our Zoom call.
My school is closed too, and I don't know when it will reopen. So I'm working from home.
I'm also enjoying the slow pace of my life and literally taking the time to smell the roses.
There is a beautiful park right next to my home and I go there every day. I sit there with Rusty, my dog who is old and has trouble walking. We sit together in silence, at peace with the world and with each other. I spend time with my husband GK. We hope that our son and his wife will be able to come and stay with us soon.
Today, a neighbour of mine died. And I realised, just how much the world has changed.
Something we took for granted, something as simple as offering comfort and support to the family that had suffered the loss of a father and husband was no longer possible. There were no handshakes, or hugs, or neighbours crowding in.
People spoke softly, offered support and help, but wore masks and stood at a distance from each other.
The funeral cortege had a just few people, all of different faiths, walking, praying together, paying their respects. From a safe distance, in silence.
It takes a crisis to put things in perspective.
I'm grateful for my many blessings, a loving family, good friends, a home, good health, not having to worry about where my next meal is coming from....but most of all for the gift of life.
My school is closed too, and I don't know when it will reopen. So I'm working from home.
I'm also enjoying the slow pace of my life and literally taking the time to smell the roses.
There is a beautiful park right next to my home and I go there every day. I sit there with Rusty, my dog who is old and has trouble walking. We sit together in silence, at peace with the world and with each other. I spend time with my husband GK. We hope that our son and his wife will be able to come and stay with us soon.
Today, a neighbour of mine died. And I realised, just how much the world has changed.
Something we took for granted, something as simple as offering comfort and support to the family that had suffered the loss of a father and husband was no longer possible. There were no handshakes, or hugs, or neighbours crowding in.
People spoke softly, offered support and help, but wore masks and stood at a distance from each other.
The funeral cortege had a just few people, all of different faiths, walking, praying together, paying their respects. From a safe distance, in silence.
It takes a crisis to put things in perspective.
I'm grateful for my many blessings, a loving family, good friends, a home, good health, not having to worry about where my next meal is coming from....but most of all for the gift of life.
Lee, I can see you and Rusty girl in the park. I envision myself sitting on the bench with you, or walking quietly around the loop of the park. Sending you warm love!
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