My bed is my workstation; is my video chat centre; is my snacking bar; is my gaming console; is my bed again. Phew!
My bed is my workstation; is my video chat centre; is my snacking bar; is my gaming console; is my bed again. Phew! If the Lockdown 1.0 could teach me carefulness and social distancing then Lockdown 2.0 got me nervous about my job security and anxious about my social media upstaging nuances. And then came Lockdown 3.0 and that taught me adaptability. The funny thing is the entire adaptability tool was always right around me, in front of me, in fact, right under me. It was my BED. The funniest and most pragmatic take on Corona Virus has been through my bed. The moment pandemic scare gripped the world, it was lockdown time that was announced right after a Janta Curfew on March 23, 2020. By midnight of the same curfew day, a lockdown was put in effect and my breathing turned shallow. I took a quick round under my building and watched the breezy swaying of the tall trees under the street lights. In a few minutes, I headed home and since then these boots that were meant