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mental health

The struggle is real!

It’s been three months of staying indoors. Apart from working from home, I engaged myself in cooking, blogging, photography, gardening, baking and most recently in painting. Initially I thoroughly enjoyed staying at home, getting up peacefully every morning, connecting with nature, relishing every second of my day and admiring the dusk with gratitude. Even this tribulation had one bright side or so I thought.

A few weeks back, I was telling my husband about how the need for psychiatrists will soar post Covid – I was thinking mostly about the medical practitioners at that time and the amount of psychological burden they have on themselves when in the world we have an overflow of patients, a shortage of hospitals and incessantly working healthcare professionals.

As days have passed, I have come to realise that not just doctors or essential service providers will need help around their mental health, but common people staying at home, working from home, young kids who are studying online with no friends to meet or play with and old people who are scared and won’t go out because of the fear of catching Covid – will all need help.

Off late, I noticed that if a sad thought passes through my mind, it bounces between the walls of my house and doesn’t leave. This energy doesn’t dissipate, it just transfers from my living room to kitchen or to my bedroom. Why is it happenings ? Is it my need to be social ? Or is my mind too tired to live in the box? Am I craving a change of scenery? I am happy home, but for how long?

I have started feeling it within – some blues, a little bit of voidness and have suddenly been drawn to my mental health. I am sure, there are others as well who may be feeling like me – unnecessarily stressed and low.

You are not alone – these are difficult times which will pass. I tell myself the same thing everyday. Breathe to take in all the positivity and hug your loved ones so tightly that negative is crushed. In these unprecedented times, let’s kick the hell out of negativity.

No matter how dark it may seem, a new dawn would break soon.

Categories
poetry

Those days!

Green grass, blue sky,

Sometimes swim, sometime fly.

Caressing the flowers gently,

Strutting ahead rollicking.


Sliding through the squeaky floor,

Into a packed elevator.

Nonchalant and busy,

No sign of tizzy


Bouncing through the crowd,

A little brush up, a light push,

Sauntering through the narrow streets,

With nothing much to lose.


Petting animals in utter randomness,

Playing with one into oblivion,

Smiling to folks unknown,

And obliging to penniless.


Sitting on a bench,

With people strolling by;

Holding a hand to thank,

Hugging with a loud smile.


Sharing a ride with strangers,

Or trying the clothes from the same hanger;

Passing the half-burnt cigarette,

Or clinking to cheers together.


Gone are those days,

We’ve learnt to smile through gaze,

Masks cover our face,

And homes are our only place.


Hoping for new days,

When homes will be for where we laze,

Not abstaining from someone coming close,

Not waiting for someone to make a dose.


Let’s get over with this phase,

Let’s get back those days!!

Categories
Haiku

Haiku: The woman!

She walked in, looked up.

In the mirror, she gazed.

The woman of her dreams!

Categories
Life stories

A little change!

I woke up early today to a resplendent morning – clear sky, cool breeze, soft rustle of the trees and flocks of birds gliding through the air. It is these enchanted mornings that lift my spirit high for rest of the day.

After nine in the morning – work, life errands and chaos start wrapping my mind. There’s usually no time to gaze out of the window later in the day. And I elude windows as the merciless sun scorches until sunset. 

Mid-afternoon I observed the weather change. Sun was evading behind the callous clouds and trees were bowing down to the roaring wind. It all seemed to have happened suddenly.

As I was sauntering around the house, a plant outside my kitchen window caught my eye. It was a slender yet tall newly planted basil which was on the verge of succumbing to the bend by the gust. I hurriedly ran towards the window and pushed the planter to a different direction. With this little change, the wind didn’t affect the plant anymore. It stood straight with mild gyration as if with a new sense of confidence.

This absolutely miniscule incident made me think about us – people. While most at some point in their life had people – who would love to see us snap, if only we could have someone who switched a door, a path or a direction for us just enough, for us to be a little stronger, a little bolder.