Unbounded Randomness

Day 90 or may be 91: Never mind, I have forgotten the count. It was one of those days in the Lock-down, when I had finished cooking, cleaning and was now sitting at my favorite place in the bedroom, wondering what do I do next? Few options slid through my mind, Netflix? YouTube? talking to someone on phone? Playing with my son?........and the list kept going….. I could not settle with any option. All of them had been overused in the past couple of months with no resort to my heart. No matter the option, I always felt restless in the end. And then of course there were other things to worry about like, what’s the count of Corona patients in the world, in our country and in our neighbourhood? What new rules are in place? Who got infected and how? What precautions should or should not be taken? What to eat and how to eat? Medicines? And then inadvertently, I felt I was actually feeling a little sick. May be I had throat pain, did I feel a bit hot? should I check my temperature?. Or...

It had been ages since she had ever really caught the twinkling drops of rain on her head and cried in excitement! The cry was always of either frustration or boredom. She never really wondered up until now that it is the same rain that she used to be excited about throughout her childhood. Since when did it start becoming boring? It still is the same rain. Filled with wonder, randomness, playfulness and loads and loads of love. What changed then? Climate? Life? Stress? OR just her? She looked at the culprit in the mirror and saw an image of a girl aging into a mid-life, worn out with routines of everyday, surrendering to the demands of society, smiling only when required, putting blinders to her horizon. She looked dull, lifeless, without that spark which she always carried proudly. She then looked at the rain pouring down outside, exactly opposite to the diminished life force of this girl. It knew no bounds. It just went on and on without thinking what others thought of...