By Shonell Thakker
Diary 9: What happens when two people in a relationship, separated by a pandemic, meet after a month and a half?
No movie ever was made on this. No book was ever written. There are several out there that talk about people meeting and falling in love during an apocalypse and conquering all odds after though.
So now I am left to my own devices to figure it out and avoid over-analysis, an impossible task, if you'd ask the boy, though.
So here's how it went down for me. The thing is as lightly as I seem to take the pandemic, I still ensure basic precautions. The boy, on the other hand, takes every warning and precaution extremely seriously. His reaction and mine are comparable to a straight-A student vs one who barely passes.
On the day two of rule relaxation, while some of those in the city chose to spend their precious freedom time in mile-long queues for hours, I used this opportunity to meet the boy after a quick hop to my office nearby.
Did I really need to go to the office? Maybe not. But I sure as hell wasn't risking the boy's wrath and my parents' endless questioning! I do realize it all comes from a place of concern but I also needed to indulge my irresponsible impulsive a bit. Also, I wasn't letting my one chance of breaking free for a little while going waste.
Whenever I'd bring up the topic of trying to sneak out to see him he'd always reprimand me but now none of his protests would work. I felt like a teen, barely sleeping at night out of excitement and waking up before the alarm, taking my time to carefully choose the outfit that met both, the protective and the seductive criteria. (There is no such thing, by the way).
Filled with optimism for the most part, I got into the car and began the drive towards my destination. My enthusiasm lost some of its shine in transit though.
With all the news about the earth healing, I stupidly thought that the infrastructure of the city would be slightly better but nothing really had changed except that there was barely any traffic. The roads were still riddled with potholes and the under-construction state of the city remained.
As much as he protested my taking the risk of moving out, once the possibility of meeting in person became quite real, some of my excitement seemed to rub off on him.
Although he didn't come right out and say it, a couple of his calls checking up on how long I'd take were a dead giveaway. When I did eventually reach his place, he was already waiting at the building gate for my arrival.
As filmy as it sounds, actually seeing him in person literally felt like the Romeo and Juliet scenes where the thrill of forbidden was under the garb of civil public behavior. In the movie version, I'd have flung myself on him and he'd twirl me around and we'd groove to the metaphoric music that only we heard.
The reality was more subtle where my fantasy meet was sanitized along with my hands at the entrance.
As I entered his home, I realized I felt more at home here than I did at my own place. I'd always thought I'd enjoy the flashy expressions and to be honest, I have been made to realize that while flashy has its place, the subtly has its moments as well.
The first bear hug after ages of being asked to maintain a social distance has its own magic. The first kiss after a long time apart is more intoxicating than alcohol. The fine balance of playfulness and intimacy was achieved with such ease that all my fears, concerns and apprehensions dissipated in an instant.
Simple acts like holding hands, sharing a smoke, just leaning onto each other just to feel the person’s presence now become way more significant. All too soon, reality begins knocking, then barging into our stolen world.
All too soon it’s time to part and to continue our lockdown sentences separately.
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