Space, Time, and Monotony

BY SINDHUJA NANDA, 28

Space– I can’t focus until I get a space I like.
Time– In times like these, we all have to adjust.
Monotony– Come on, we all get used to it! 

Day 1 - By now I have so much to fight about in future. 
Stupid me! I just didn’t think it through to pack enough books and colours. But how would I have known? I have never witnessed a pandemic!

Space– I miss my room, back at my workplace. I miss those confusing lanes and those restaurants with miss spelt menus.
Monotony– Do you still miss things? Do you still notice differences? Haven’t things merged to form one round blob of aimlessness, loafing with hands in pockets?
Time– Don’t make this hard for me. I’m trying my best. I'm trying to learn to enjoy the little things.

But you see, finding joy in little things was never really my thing. But finding distress in little things was sure my kind. That reminds me, why unmade beds and unwashed teacups keep breathing down my spine. It’s like I have an unfinished task that I don’t have the will to work for, but my border-line OCD won’t allow me to rest until I sacrifice my blood for it. Well, not exactly but somewhat near to that.

Space- Maybe decluttering gadgets will calm things down? And why on earth is there a new series being released every day? That poor phone also didn’t know about the pandemic.
Time – Decluttering can wait. But those random references on Netflix are ticking away.
Monotony- Who cares? They are all the same. Pick one, pick all.

Will praying to an unseen God help or do people actually have to stop being stupidly selfish? Is this just a passing threat or are we an inch away from our graveyard? I want to make plans like before but there is a barricade that says "stay at home, stay safe." But home for me has never been a place, it has always been people. I have always been the kind that loves hustling streets as well as lonely terraces. I have equally loved white noise and Bruno Mars. But now? I’m being forced to write about uncertainties as if they are my own. It’s been so long, that I might as well call them home.