Sometimes it is rainy cloudy hazy and broad sunshine. Morning so cool breezy and lullabying. Evening so romantic soothing and embalming. Birds can be seen fluttering curvetting soaring banking and mollifying. Flowers are in full bloom. Woe betides this coronavirus that has ruined our spring hustle bustle on roads markets and bazaars. It has deprived us even viewing our beloved near and dear. It has created a yawning chasm between us. Roads are deserted. When is dawn and when is dusk?
Picnicking long drive dining out at eateries chatting with tummies are now things of the past. Where have gone the charms of illuminating superstores and plazas emporia and sprawling markets? We are now like a caged bird. Walls of our rooms are mourning our helplessness. It is a complete hush-up. This virus has made us look like zombies. Only the internet is now a source of communication. Not to talk of handshake we can't even sit together and talk.
Those cute little parties and gatherings are now a thing of the past. Gone are the days when we used to arrange a get-together moment and then celebrate as if it is our last day. Aaah, oh corona may you be cursed as you have cursed us.
How long it will persist. Enough is enough now we very humbly seek His forgiveness.
May those old sweet moments appear again. Amen. ❤❤❤❤ Stay blessed. No spamming please. ❤
