Pages of My Lockdown Diaries: Fears, Confessions, Hopes

Writing Prompt- Pandemic Reflections

Finally, I got to reveal those turns of my diaries.

After so many months, on my rooftop, I saw the nighttime city lights (Image by the Author)

All started normally from the start of 2020. We were just gathering our basic ideas about the Covid-19 pandemic, sharing awareness posts. However, we didn’t really have a clue back then.

“Oh, that Covid, or whatever, is far away from us.”

“Do not worry. It’s in China.”

“It is not that type of transmittable disease, buddy. Chill! “

We did not even imagine what was waiting for us in 2020. Right now, I am flooded with all of the events, those nightmare-type memories. I am trembling just by the contemplation of it.

March 8, 2020

On March 8, 2020, the first Covid -19 patient was identified in Bangladesh. We were still careless.

Well, things were changing gradually. Just within two weeks, yes! Two weeks! We finally realized that our biggest fear had become real. It was unimaginable.

March 18, 2020

First covid-19 death in Bangladesh was reported.

The official lockdown in Bangladesh started on 26. I went grocery shopping that day; it seemed like a war breakdown, or a curfew was running.

Everyone was just busy with flooding their carts. They weren’t even looking at each other with patience.

Well, I didn’t even get to collect one week’s ration.

It was crazy. It was a terrible, emotionless picture.

October 2020

That was the last. From that ominous day to October 2020, I didn’t step my foot outside of the home. I am a patient with a poor immunity system. Most of the antibiotics do not work anymore. So, all of my family members were extra cautious.

My sister needed to attend her job even in that situation. Every day, we waited in front of the door until she reached home safely.

Tiredness, Frustrations, and Deaths

The time seems stuck like this still-image of the table clock (Image by the author)

I have yearned for it. I have prayed and am still praying to live in our old, tranquil society. I wanna live without this COVID-19 pandemic.

I am tired of waiting now. Nothing has changed since the last year. It didn’t happen.

People died every day around me back then. And, the distressful reality is, it’s not over yet.

We are still standing inside the same circle where we were a year ago! To date, I hear the frequent death announcement news all over the community.

For being everything back to normal, how much time will it take?

Dear, Will We be Able to Meet Again?

Some of my friends are Canadian and USA residents.

We called each other then,

We smiled hysterically.

Well, both of the parties understood that the smile was not normal. We were just forcing ourselves. We didn’t know whether we would be able to talk and smile naturally. Whether we would be able to meet face to face, once again.

Me, Myself, and the Notebook

Some love and hopes are still there, with this coffee cup (Image by the Author)

2020 was the year when I wrote more than any year of my life. I have written for myself and others. I have turned this “just-a-passion” thing into a decent ability to earn. I am grateful to the Almighty.

I am still writing. And I will continue to write if Almighty allows me to. Because, when I was drowning, this writing pulled me out of the distresses.

Can I borrow two more minutes from you folks? Will you offer me the honour of reading a poetry of mine? Maybe that will make you feel better. :)

A Poem Written By the Author, for her doctor friend

One of my depressed doctor friends asked to make her feel better a bit. I couldn't do anything. I just wrote this piece and sent it.

I am dedicating it to all the powerful, good souls around us, who are literally trying their best to make every place of this world, A BETTER PLACE.

Well, maybe I should wrap up now. Enough of blabbering. Just a finishing quote for you.

End of the day, everyone notices your change. However, the stories behind that change remain untold- Author

Hopefully, my changes will be for the greater goods now. Maybe, this time, I will turn over a new leaf.

Happy days guys! Stay safe and stay healthy.

This story has been written under the writing prompt — Pandemic Reflections.

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Originally published in https://setraj.blogspot.com/ on April 21, 2021

From childhood to this age, writing has always engaged my heart with the soul. Now it’s my profession and my lovely little pursuit of deep satisfaction. :)

From childhood to this age, writing has always engaged my heart with the soul. Now it’s my profession and my lovely little pursuit of deep satisfaction. :)