There have been so many losses of lives and livelihood.
The virus did not differentiate between age, income, religion, castes.
Some extroverts and socially active people struggled with the isolation, others used the quiet time to introspect and reinvent themselves.
Some found the time at home with family a blessing, the same situation was claustrophobic to few.
I went through issues of space and peace, sought solace in movies, books and running.
Having already blocked unnecessary noise, I did not need anyone else outside of my apartment complex for company.
But everyone caves in eventually, after a while the old familiar ways are missed and comfort can only be gained from what once was and people and conversations we know and sounds of laughter.
Thus the trips started, the short trip to work, a quick detour to meet friends who could make you laugh.
The rush back before curfew hours. Weekends were curfews, stuck at home.
Slowly the city relaxed and so did I. I stayed beyond sun down. Weekdays becoming weekends instead.
The city was waking up, transport was slowly returning to normal, cabs were again seen on the roads.
This is a gratitude post to all the cab drivers who brought me home safely, the straight road, 12 kms though not a long distance and gets covered in 25 mins late at night, is deserted and quiet.
Cab drivers in Bangalore are touted as untrustworthy and ready to take advantage of the situation.
Everyone warns me that it will not be safe all the time.
I blindly put my faith in the powers above and trust that He has sent someone to take me home safe at that hour, I fight to stay awake, I play with my phone, ready to press help if needed.
Grateful for the inherent goodness in people.
The small tip I pay, I hope makes them continue the good service they render and keep the faith of people alive.
"We often take for granted the very things that most deserve our gratitude"
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