Quarantine log #6

It’s 7:02 in the AM and I just got back from taking a one hour long walk on my terrace; looking at birds and listening to their chirping and I finally saw a butterfly today after more than a decade at my place. It was beautiful. Mornings are no beautiful. Right now, I’m sitting in my room listening to the sound of ocean waves crashing! No, suddenly, a beach hasn’t appeared in Delhi but Alexa is good at what she does. I love the sound of ocean, it’s very calming. So, yesterday I came across a question on twitter which said that tell me what’s your city or town known for without naming it? Now, the first word which came in my mind was HISTORY! And trust me I haven’t thought about it before. It never occurred to me how historically rich my city is and the image that came to my mind was of Hauz Khas! Though there are many places here which are witness to thousand other things but personally that’s what my mind could see and think of. The whole point of this is that isn’t this weird how oblivious we become to the beauty of the things so much closer to us. I personally have despised this city a lot! Because maybe that now I have been to every important and unimportant place of it like tens of times, it’s harder to be equally excited about it every time I see it. I know, that t’s not just me. Lots of people are not able to see the beauty of the place around them because they have been seeing it for a long time now and it’s the thought of other cities, countries and cultures which thrills them. That is totally fine because obviously, we are not supposed to be in the box and we do deserve to experience what the rest of the world has to offer. But, that does not mean that we cannot appreciate and be grateful for the place we are living in and the culture we are brought up in at the same time. It’s easy to start noticing the imperfections of the places we are living in or also the people we are living with after a certain amount of time but do not forget to take a look at the beauty which is still there; it was always there.

Quarantime thoughts, what to be grateful for in quarantine?

So, let me know in the comments below what is the first word which comes in your mind when you think of your city? (and don’t forget that you don’t have to name it)

Signing out with the sound of ocean waves and my partner telling me to finish fast so that I can watch a series with him.

S E E Y A ! C I A O!


Written by Rebekka Kaur

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