This is a particularly contrasting Sunday given that after almost 9 months I celebrate this in a rather altered boredom which feels new for now, might get redundant a while later.
The good thing about being home after so long is that the only lavishness the last 24 hours have been scarce of are petals beneath my feet. Of course like everything unbelievable this shan't last long either but for now I relish and luxuriate.
Food is still a sore point as I find myself unable to come to terms with anything that is rice or cooked vegetables. My mind constantly trying to avert my eyes and steer my taste buds from anything meal like. Since yesterday I've eaten pizza, drank beer, gorged on pakoras and coffee and dinner whatever it might be for others in the house, it will be a sandwich for me and this shall continue till the time I regain full control of my food fatigue.
Last night the doorbell refused to stop ringing as a bevy of my dear friends kept calling with such gorgeous gifts I felt horrible for not having anything to give back for the first time.
It was a bit of a shock as well when one of my friends whom I considered nothing less than an emotional Hercules broke down and bawled her eyes out on seeing me.
Apparently she lost a friend to this disease and has been worried ever since for the well being of everyone she knew.
It was an extremely honest moment and I felt sad, touched and scared all at the same time when she brought up the news regarding infected passengers on my flight which had since put her in such a mood.
I dodged a bullet I thought and that fear which I'd not let bother me in quarantine slowly sank in.
That I thanked my stars for having made out without a controversy would be to put it mildly.
But onwards and upwards I say while thanking my immune system for not letting me down and today, with a bit of cool splashing about the ankles of this evening I shall be treated with a long walk, and I am nothing short of madly craving everything outside, unmasked, fearless, stress free. How I want to see the markets, the people, the life while wearing a lipstick that needn't be masked.
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Say one thing about my heart, say it's been screaming your name into my ears.
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