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My Pandemic Diary

We live in a time of human violence.

The lockdown was imposed March 24, 2020 in India. I hear people around me talking about the pre-coronavirus and post-coronavirus worlds that will be as different as the heavens and the earth, but I'm not subscribing to that look.

Because if there is one thing that is already clear and sharp in Indian society at the time of locking down, it is a feature of human evil and a complete lack of empathy.

It has been said that nothing can last without change, but in the case of Indian society, this human personality does not change - it always does. Its type and size may vary, but its existence is given.

It's been a few months since we were thrown into a coronavirus vortex. The virus lives among us, silent and invisible. We continue to slip through the uncertainty of the epidemic. Locked up, our health declines and explores. Our beautiful homes no longer feel beautiful. They feel like places of refuge. The difference between Friday and Sunday and the difference between days and nights is obscurity. We are separated from both friends and foes. The deadly virus seeks to redefine our health in every conceivable way. We are concerned about our jobs, our health and our safety. We wonder if a peaceful, kind, and satisfying life is possible. prediction that the situation will get worse before it gets better. We cannot fully comprehend that. The virus has already broken our power. Our hopes have begun to fade. We become emotionally weak, physically weak, and mentally alert. We desperately need to renew our normal habits and lifestyles. We need what people want: movement, communication, and collaboration. When I see disasters happening around me, I feel hurt and traumatized. It seems that I now have a pandemic, which focuses on being a disease. We are locked up, but our minds are not there. They roam. They tell us that the normal sense of community life is lost. The traditions of our lives have been postponed. We don’t hit the pavement as we always did. We can't get out and go public with the dump. We do not take off and fly in remote areas. We no longer wait for lunch or dinner with friends at restaurants. The virus has infected people in homes around the world. There is peace. That spews out fear and uncertainty. We suffer a lot of deaths, recession, and a lot of hardship. The future does not last. The past calls for us. We are nostalgic. And in the first week of April, we do not care about the last week of March, when life was very different and difficult in some parts of the world. 

Nostalgia has surprisingly become an effective emotional weapon against the epidemic. Dip it in a little. Life was good, and life will be good again.