These days I feel overwhelmed with sadness at odd moments. On a day-to-day level nothing much has changed for me but unlike people who can go back to normal when restrictions are lifted and so on, the normality or the things I'd like to do seem far out of my grasp. Travelling, seeing family, doing the mundane things I did back in India just one more time... the other night a wave of nostalgia hit me when a sudden picture of me with my mom and sister strolling around in a mall we visited frequently then flashed before my eyes. Out of nowhere. And it made my eyes well up with the thought of whether we'll ever have that moment again. Just going to the mall and then coming back home in the rickshaw and then watching some random TV, having dinner. Very mundane things but the arc of all our lives now with Covid in the background is, as the Shakespearean phrase goes, all out of joint. I yearn for those mundane moments maybe because in their very out-of-reachness they are exciting and endearing. But that's simply me losing a sense of perspective in one of my down phases I guess. The hopeful me wants to believe that the world will soon return to its natural rhythm. And I might not have those exact same moments again... as Heraclitus said no man ever steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river and he is not the same man... but as different people I hope we will be able to meet and make new memorable moments again soon...