So, we went for a walk, with our face masks, sanitisers in our pockets. These are Corona times. It's spring and, it's just the perfect weather, neither too warm, neither too cold. Daytime can be hot if you are directly under the sun but inside our homes, we do not have fans on. Evening are a little chilly still. Flowers are blooming all over the neighbourhood, in everyone's front 'yards,' outside their perimeter walls, which are technically part of the city, but been beautified by homeowners.
These days, everyone is walking. Everyone out in their walking shoes, faces covered with masks, and, the old are out there with their walking sticks.
My father hasn't gone for a walk in the neighbourhood in years, housebound for the longest time ever, nursing a grudge since I can remember. It's really his choice, spend his old age chirpy and annoying, or brooding and, cranky. As long as one dons one cliché or the other.
We stopped to pick up these beautiful blooms. The purple flowers look like some kind of an orchid, no? I was staring at the tree when this fellow came up and offered to climb up and pick me some. I politely refused but asked him what tree it was. He said he didn't know but they make a vegetable dish with the fruit of this tree. Later as we were walking he ran up to me and said it was a "kachnar" tree. There were other "kachnar" trees with white flowers too.
Wearing a mask with glasses is a little annoying as one's glasses keep fogging up.
When we got to the Park, there were hardly any kids. Only adults. I saw some children at another end, only.
One normally enjoys one's time alone. One enjoys walks to the park with only Kavita and I. Something is so different now. There's a strangeness in the air, it's the strange feeling of fear and anxiety and restlessness that we are carrying inside us and then it starts hanging over us, in the air, during our evening walks, too.
Be safe!
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