Lockdown blues

Today I was scrolling through the list of the available restaurants delivering in our area on Zomato. This was to order food for the security guards of my society. I noticed that the restaurant that was my favourite for the Sunday morning brunch for many years was missing from the list. Something broke inside me. I know now that they have closed down. Another one that was fairly recent but delivered awesome Italian food has also shut down. And many more I suppose have either packed up or are on the verge. My eyes got misty. Not because I am missing some of the best food (that of course I am) but also because I know that theses restaurants were the lifelines for those many young people who cook, clean and deliver. These restaurants were / are also the brainchildren of the young upwardly mobile entrepreneurs; otherwise who can expect the best Italian or Lebanese or any other type of cuisines from across the world, to be delivered right at your footsteps, at a reasonable price?

Where have all those people gone? The cooks, the waiters, the delivery boys/ girls?

The human toll of this lockdown is unprecedented and extremely scary. The fear of hunger and homelessness is worse than the fear of the disease.

Quickly and very quickly, the restaurants need to convert more into the delivery and takeaway centres. They need to put up the pictures and videos of hygienic conditions onto their websites and also collaborate with Swiggy, Zomato etc on this. They have to have a strategy in place to build the trust with their patrons once again. This trust will have a totally different format – a patron should be thoroughly convinced that the food they are buying is completely contactless. Technology is a great enabler. Lot of measures need to be taken fast by all the stakeholders to survive in this crisis which may take a pretty long time to end.

Raw

all that loss
does not go away in a jiffy
tears cannot wipe them
the wounds stay fresh
below a little scratch
the rawness slows
the raging fires
in the heart…
hold on to you
stay afloat
this shall also pass

Don’t hide

The mystery of existence
engages and discards
in the whirlwind of its activities
we are tossed around
don’t be afraid
put your ears to the ground
obey what they tell you
in whispered monologues
you are not the only one
fighting the tears
in the nook of your arm

Loss

A huge shadow of grief
on the horizon of loss
envelops the pain
of collective deprivation
hearts crushed
bodies wounded
words meaningless
yet potent like poison
better unspoken and unread

The source

You lose your loved ones

Deadly sharp stabs pierce my heart

You scream and cry yourself hoarse

Tears spill from my eyes

You writhe with the pain unknown

I seek its source in the frantic nights

You give up on life

I shut my eyes and die.