In the Times of Lockdown
Then I just put the tomatoes on the kitchen slab and went upstairs to my bed sleepy headed. But unfortunately sleep eluded me. I found this time suitable for my podcast listening. Yeaah! One episode of 'Love Aaj Kal' hosted by two of my favorite people online these days Aastha and Ankit and another of 'De Taali' hosted by a proud transgender Fidaa Khan and her co-host Abhinav. Oh the bliss! I loved this one hour that went by just listening to these amazing people and learning about their experiences and about the people around then and about fans and admirers like me who write to them at regular intervals. Spotify has become my favourite audio medium recently. And I discovered 'Love Aaj Kal' season 1 and 2 on Jio Saavn too. Oh my my! It feels like I chanced upon a treasure buried in time. Haha! Listening has been my favorite pass time. It gives no strain on the eyes and helps me speculate as much as I want. Exercise for the contemplative mind.
I loved today's morning hours. I guess I should make it a habit to wake up early. It's just so nice, my whole and complete me-time. I thought to listen to a book chapter on Scribd, whose free monthly subscription I had taken a few days back. Yes, may be tomorrow I will. 'Planet of viruses' - a nonfiction ebook on Scribd has me hooked. 60/144 pages completed. Hope to complete that sooner.
An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore