How the little things that we enjoyed
till sometime back, became nostalgia-
a past we might have to leave behind,
so that we stay safe to create more memories!
Strolling through a haven of books
with a mask, will deprive us the pleasure
of smelling the pages, be it fresh or torn.
The glee of walking under an umbrella
with more than people it can hold,
will remain a dream, with social distancing.
A gang prancing into a friend's lunchbox
even before it is opened, will be a reminiscence from the days of yore,
with the inevitable hand washing.
And the occasional trips to have street food
wouldn't be encouraged anymore.
We can no longer afford to stay lazy
and hang around without taking a bath,
when we get back home and the privilege
of piling up dirty clothes without washing
might also have to be renounced.
And the odours of the ones we love
wouldn't be recognized, as sanitizers
have taken an irreplaceable space
How I yearn for these little things...