Suddenly there’s whizzing sound in the sky. But there’s no reason that planes would fly. Airports are closed. How would planes fly in this situation?
The world was never such asleep. Every corner of the Globe is now motionless, silenced. No sound can be heard around. I go near the window and look at the sky. Really there’s a plane.
I don’t go outside around eighteen days. No meeting with family and friends these days. Lockdown. Everything’s closed.
After a while I get down from fourth floor and go outside.
There’s a confectionary shop around hundred feet away. There seems to be a crowd. I go near and ask, ‘what happened?’
A woman replies, ‘We have come to take rice. We will go after getting it. We are not afraid of corona. We need food to live. In this quarantine, there’s no job around. How can we live? That’s why We came to get rice.’
Istepforward. There’s a mosque ahead. I can see few more people there. I stand near the mosque gate. I can hear someone saying, ‘Today is Jumma. A lot of people will come to say Jumma prayer. We hope they will help us. That’s We are sitting here.’
In the meantime I can see a police couch. I get back home fast.
3 p.m. It’s afternoon. I am laying down in bed. Windows are open. I can see sky through the window. Ducks are brawling in nearest pond.
I take my cellphone from under the pillow. I take a glance at the World news. Headline is shocking. About one lac eight thousand and eight hundred three people died of Corona.( 12.04.2020)
Oh my god! Where is the end of this hell? Or is this never-ending? There’s no answer.
But another news made my mind calm. Four lacs two thousand and nine hundred three people got recovered from Corona.( 12.04.20)
I look at the sky through the window and think about recovery cases. ‘People are getting recovered after all!’
I feel hungry. I go inside the kitchen and prepare noodles and tea. After finishing the food, I try to sleep. But I can’t sleep.
Suddenly an idea popped up in my head. People who are getting recovered, how are they dealing with their sickness? I must know. I will motivate myself by knowing their story. I take my cellphone and again turn the data on.I search on Google. There’s nothing. I call my friend ‘Dorothy’ through Whatsapp. She lives in England. Dorothy says, ‘I have read a story in BBC. I am telling you that story.
Caren Manaring lives at Kent in England. She was affected by Corona when She was 6 months pregnant. She was preparing to give birth her fourth child.
Around second week of March, She had fever and heavy cough. Then She tasted Corona positive. After getting recovered She said, ‘My face was covered by mask when I was returning home. But I kept the window of the car wide-open. The wind felt so good. I could feel small things of life are very valuable.’
I talk some more to Dorothy and then bid adieu to her.
Evening passed. It’s night now. The weather seems not so good. ‘Chaitra’ month is about to end within few days. Suddenly there’s stormy wind outside. I feel so angry. I am bored with this quarantined life. Now this storm feels so annyoing.
I feel hungry. I go inside the kitchen and prepare noodles and tea. After finishing the food, I try to sleep. But I can’t sleep.
My friend nahida calls.
She asks, ‘How are you, My friend?’
-Life goes on.
-My area is under lockdown.
-I am at home since last eighteen days. Even I am working from home. Hello…hello…
The conversation remains incomplete. Call hanged up.
Raining got stopped outside. I open the window and look outside.
I can remember a poem by Jibanananda Dash.
‘How many days we have met in the darkness of dusk,
Someone turned on the skylight in Kartik meadows.’
Translated By Fatema Ria
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