Red light area was all about touching. Now, red zone is all about distancing.
Red light area was about unmasking. Now, red zone is about being masked.
In red light area, you catch the virus. In the red zone, the virus catches you.
If you live in this zone, you can say “I live in the red light area, sorry red zone!”.
Novel cure
An innovative idea by the world’s most powerful head of state, of shining UV light inside the body and injecting disinfectant into the body to kill the virus in one minute just blew me away.
Colours
“With confirmation of lockdown extending beyond Apr 14, areas will be tagged Red, Yellow and Green to gear up for seal down” – From today’s news on BLR.
Idhnu yenu Saar? Idhu Covid19-gey, namegella ri.
Naanu traffic light time waste madella, adhekay kelidhen.
(Hey, what is this? This is for Covid19, not for us. I don’t waste time at traffic light, hence asked). sillyconCity conversations.
Mask
When life was free and unbounded, we wore masks inside, hiding who we really are. Constrained and locked down now, we now show our real face, but damn, it is hidden by the external mask.
The great unmasking
Thanks to the unseen little fellow we are getting to things really distant. In Delhi my friend was delighted to see the stars, in another city they can see Himalayan peaks. Hey, did you realise that you are seeing behaviours never seen before in your spouse?
Without the bustle
Isn’t the lockdown interesting? The hustle and bustle of life gone. Each day, gentle, slow and peaceful. Earth rejuvenating, living shifted to nature’s pace. May we emerge from the lockdown calmer, peaceful and grateful. A much needed refresh this is, a holiday for the entire humanity.
Get back inside
Ok, the festivities of bursting all over. Now get back inside and put on your damn mask.
No diwali please
He said clap, they did band bajao. He said candle jhalao, hope they don’t celebrate Diwali. His intentions noble, some people’s actions ignoble.
Intimate journeys
In the 80s travelling by DTC(Delhi Transport Corporation) to work was exciting. Jam packed it was, pushed, crushed, kneaded and tossed around when the bus came a halt suddenly. Hot and sweaty too . Oh, beautiful sensations when you are young . It was an interesting life of claustrophobic intimacy, joyful privacy, and respectful voyeurism. Glad Corona was not born then.
Social intimacy
Thanks to the little fellow, I got to know my distant friends very intimately; their dressing, cooking, exercising, cleaning and house decor. Social intimacy it is, no?