It is now almost a year that we are living in the midst of a pandemic, the deadliest one in the last 100 years. Despite the ongoing vaccination drive and tremendous research on medicines that can counter the coronavirus, new cases of the virus are still springing up sporadically all over the world. The worst thing that we have encountered over the last twelve months is ‘fear’.
I remember when we had to get my five months old daughter vaccinated on March 20th, 2020, the streets were all deserted, and so was the doctor’s clinic. My husband was used to wearing masks but I was gasping to breathe while wearing it for an hour for the first time. We were doubly scared for our little one, covered her up in layers of cloth beneath the carrier. Fear was evident in the receptionist’s eyes as she nervously told us that the doctor was yet to arrive. We waited outside the clinic. The doctor came in a few minutes and then gave my little one her influenza shot. Then he had tonnes of advice for us: postpone the next vaccination for two months, not to take her out of the house, sanitise and clean everything repeatedly and so on. For the next four months, we did not venture out except for fetching the groceries and necessities from downstairs.
Few more months passed. My husband had to join his office, while I and my daughter stayed home. Meanwhile the coronavirus case count was on the rise and the fatalities too. Many people in the complex that we live in contracted the disease. In the next few months, our country witnessed a slight drop in the number of positive COVID 19 cases. Things began to look better. However, this joy was short lived too.
Soon, again the numbers saw a rise. The fear was rampant and refusing to spare lives. The vaccines have already rolled out now, and a significant number of people (mostly frontline warriors and the elderly) have been vaccinated. Yet, the deadly virus as well as the fear of the pandemic is still around. Each time I take my little one out of the house, I worry like a paranoid, sanitizing her hands every now and then, steering clear off the crowds and trying to keep her safe.
The last twelve months have not been easy, but it was not all the additional amount of work that made me tired, it was mostly about the fear of this strange disease, the pain of not being able to meet my parents, sibling and friends, and the boredom of staying indoors for months. I do go out for walks, talk with my parents and friends on the phone, relax and meditate, spend quality time with my family, listen to good music, read, write and also doodle, but things are not the same as they used to be. Perhaps life has changed way too much in certain ways and I am still trying to catch up with its pace. I hope and pray that the pandemic ends soon now and we see brighter, healthier and happier days!
How has the pandemic affected you? Let me know in the comments’ section how you have tried/ are trying to cope with the fear of the pandemic?