Ducks are not practicing quarantine

If someone asks me to visualise happiness, I think of the sunny glare on the water. That sparkling light when sunlight reflects from water waves. Yesterday, I went out for my daily run along the river, there was almost nobody there outside only except zillions of the ducks who are becoming ever more brave in the absence of people. They were everywhere and they are definitely not practicing quarantine.

I stopped running for a while to look at this mesmerizing glowing on the water. It always makes me feel happy.

These days of isolation remind me of the time I broke my leg. I fell down the mountain while skiing. Before that event, there hadn’t been a day I would have been sitting at home. I had lived a full social life with a bunch of amazing friends, exciting intellectual discussions, parties and fun events.

But my active life was stopped abruptly, and I fell into a state of shock. Two months in plaster and I didn’t know how long I would have needed to recover after that. Gradually, day after day, I went through all phases of acceptance — from aggression, bargaining, being deeply sad to humility. Something akin to that is happening now.

Since then, I have become more proficient in adjusting myself to silence, contemplation and looking inside.

In general, little has changed in my life except for the inability to travel or plan trips. I have never been interested in shopping, meaningless conversations, I didn’t need to go to the office if I didn’t want to.

The only thing, ideally, I think it would be lovely to have is someone nearby who kisses like a God and with whom it’s cool to watch movies, cook and talk about everything — regressing nicely.

The weather should be fine today, so I’m going to meet those ducks again Instead.

Apr/10/2020