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To the trips that got cancelled

Hey,

Can you get Coronavirus from writing in an online journal?

I’m new to this journalling thing. Mahin tells me this is useful but I don’t know, it’s like I’m talking to myself and I don’t really like being all alone with my thoughts, it’s kind of disturbing. Was that sentence too long? I haven’t done this. Don’t judge me. Well, how can you judge me? You’re an online journal, you don’t have feelings. That’s supposed to be a people thing.

I guess I’m just pissed, you know. Like I know there are bigger problems in the world now. Poor people dying, New York City not having enough ventilators, something about Italy. I get it. I’m kind of lucky. Our fridge is stashed and we bought so many eggs, I have a feeling some of them will hatch and then we’ll have a bunch of chicks running around the house. 

It’s just, I really just wanted to take my parents to Nepal, you know. I’d finally saved up. My dad never thought I’d be able to get this far. I don’t really know what my mom thinks about my abilities, I just know she’s too pure to ever pass judgment. They’d been to sexier tourist spots. But this time it would be because of their kid. That would mean something, wouldn’t it? That would have meant something.

It would have been cool, you know? Surprising them with tickets? I even had it planned and since you don’t need visas to go to Nepal, i could just give them the tickets in an envelope before the Eid holidays. That’s gone to shit now.

I can sometimes put that to the back of my mind but then I’ll hear my mom cough. She’ll cough once, then twice and then thrice. Each time I hear her cough, my heart freezes over and I feel the air around me start to smell of something foul.

I did all the challenges. Made Dalgona Coffee. Laughed at the naked dancing man. I don’t know what else to do.

My boss sends me work emails at 2AM because I guess ‘work at home’ means none of the standard rules of decency apply.

I wake up at 2AM and start punching pointless numbers into Excel. At the dead of night, I hear my dad getting up to pour himself a glass of water. As many people do at this time of the year in Dhaka, he coughs a rather violently loud cough. It’s probably nothing. People cough all the time.

I just try to think about how cheap the flights will be once all of this blows over.

Areeb Rahman Age 24 Marketing Trainee Premium Bank

April 08, 2020