The days of lockdown

I'm alive. When you start the day with this gratitude to the Creator, you can truly appreciate the success of the lockdown. How beautiful it is to survive, how fortunate it is, if this lockdown does not come, maybe everyone is so I couldn't feel it deeply. Where we have never heard the word lockdown before, three months have passed since the lockdown today. 

Think? The naughty boy of the house has been imprisoned in one house for three months and is spending day after day? There is so much to see in the past of our thoughts today. Maybe even in the front. Who knows when today's sick world will recover. It is unknown at this time what he will do after leaving the land of Bengal. Even the survival of the author who is writing these articles is very uncertain! Who knows Whether you have to digest the nesting of the virus in yourself. I spent so many days digesting so much effortlessly.

When the word lockdown is played in the head, the feeling that immediately peeks into the mind is attachment. The hustle and bustle of the city and the hustle and bustle of it all seemed to stop one day. The little boy's rush to get up for school in the morning has stopped, the joys of the young face inside the van have been confined, no worries about going to coaching in the morning and afternoon, no diary book according to the next day's routine Arranged, no chat, no meeting of innumerable loved ones. No going to the mosque together to pray together, no tea shop sipping a cup of tea to get rid of the fatigue of the whole day, the boy studying in varsity There is no daily commute by pushing the crowd on the public bus, the college student girl no longer has to worry about saving the rickshaw fare. The onset of guilty feelings about having the affair, in the first place, further zaps whatever energy the partner having the affair might still have left.

However, in the midst of hundreds of people, some people did not stop running. They are the parents of the family. Looking at the family at risk, the father has to go out to arrange food or medicine.

Those who work in some of the upper levels of government offices also have to go day after day. And the mother at home? His work and running seems to have increased. The man who came to help his mother at home suddenly had a holiday

If not, what is the way? Of course, he did not have to stay in such a situation. One of the beautiful things about lockdown is that everyone in the house stays together to help mom with the housework.

 The beginning of the lockdown was very different. Fear has not yet awakened in my mind. The number of coronary heart attacks in the country was very low! However, there is a lot of work to be done.

I thought, I think it will cut the time. How many books have come close to hand, not even being read with hands. How many dramas and movies list is in front of my eyes. There is the world of smartphones.

Time will pass quite a bit! But no. Gradually I realized how hard it was to keep myself inside. This life cannot be taken so easily if you want to.

It is possible to bring the loved ones on the screen of the smartphone for some time, but there is a big difference in the feeling of sitting in front of them and chatting for hours.

It is difficult to see the sky through the buildings of this city. From one house to another. This is life now!

But this lockdown is not just about capturing a ruthless life. There are also some beautiful aspects. The busyness of life where the time with parents was cruelly taken away, this lockdown seems to have returned it in a handful. Morning to night together. It's as if after so many days, the ones who love me the most have found me again as their friend.

How many words, how many chats, how many good and bad moments! But after so many days with those parents. Not an entity found in the words of a virtual world, or a human being drawn for months in life.

Rather, it is from birth that people begin to walk on their hind legs, holding hands, learning to speak, from those old, beautiful and transparent relationships.

Ramadan is a very different kind of life. The faster he came, the faster he left. This is the first time that Tarabih and Jumuah prayers are offered at home.

However, this month has gone by with some impossibly beautiful times like praying in congregation together in many families. In those days my daily routine was in a state of disarray.

The day starts after noon. It is four or five in the morning after night. Yet sleep is not. The sun rises, I fall asleep. I get up, then the sun goes down.

As if the body is a huge conflict with nature. Fat accumulates in the body and vibrationlessness between the soul. There is wailing in the mind all the time.

What is not, what is not! Let's start writing. I keep looking for relief in the middle of writing. I continue to spend my time creating one story after another.

Eid is coming. I never thought such an Eid would come in my life. We observe ourselves in the middle of the house. Thus ended another month.

TV news brought panic at one stage. The numbers that were once in the range of 20 or 30, the number of those affected by Corona reach thousands.

The procession of human death begins. The cries of the helpless people of the poor country continue to grow. Corruption continues to grow. There is no one anywhere. So few hands to come forward for help!

Everyone has to be careful. The paths are zero. Familiar cities appear in unfamiliar forms. But by then it was too late. Fear keeps ringing in my chest. The number of patients in the hospitals of the country is increasing one after another. Everyone comes up with different kinds of advice. Just as there is a difference of opinion about the mask, there is also a difference of opinion as to what to do in this situation.

How many names of medicines, how many ways to get rid of corona keep coming to the ears. The suffering of the poor souls is increasing day by day. In the meantime, everyone learns to survive.

Several receipts are made. The boy or girl who has never entered the kitchen in his life, also learns to cook by making one recipe after another in this lockdown.

I started cooking myself. Honestly, the most beautiful aspect of lockdown seems to be being able to work on your own with a free mind.

In a rigid education system where hobbies are suppressed in the heart of every heart, everyone starts running in the middle of a sick race, throwing away their latent desires, this lockdown seems to bring liberation of the soul.

Although the body is trapped in a room, the soul gets a chance to move forward one by one. Some people like music, some people like musical instruments and some people like brush and ink

Fall into the works of your choice. Impossibly beautiful singers, singers who have not been seen for so long, meet hidden artists. Lockdown has brought these talents to the fore in some way or another.

I do not know where this situation ends. When will these days of nightmares called Corona end, when will you return to campus with a free soul?

There will be a storm of words over a cup of tea with friends, there will be madness in the classroom again, souls will play by shouting with a guitar in hand. I don't know.

But I hope for a better day. Good luck everyone. Let the world be healed. Let's bring the lockdown Tuesday one day.