I have vivid memories of the day I decided to let go of my four differently sized, hard-bound diaries that were fully scribbled through. After all, my high-school self was too sure that it didn’t do a thing for me and only made my thoughts and feelings accessible to others. It is 2020 and I have rediscovered diary writing. What you will read next are some of the reflections that emerged from the endless scribbling through the odd hours in the lockdown.
I wonder what the world will look like after the pandemic. What does ‘after the pandemic’ even mean? What is the exit plan? How long is it going to take? Is physical distancing here to stay? Will I be able to pick up my bag and take a bus to the hills again? Will I be able to run to my loved ones and hug them without worrying about catching the virus, or worse, giving it to them?
Lockdown as a response to the pandemic has been a period full of revelations for me. On the one hand, it has let nature revive for a brief period, and on the other, thousands of people have lost their livelihood. The system was never perfect, to begin with, but people were able to get by. The hurried implementation of lockdown further aggravated the faults in the system and forced many lives to fall through the cracks.