COVID has definitely restricted movement in every sense. I dont remember the last time I was out or so does pilla. However, human mind is very flexible, more than what we think. A week or two into quarantine and we sort of get used to it.
I keep weekend schedule categorically different from weekdays and much to the disappointment of better(?) half, the food is simpler as well. Toast sandwiches or idli sambhar for dinner, a bit different breakfast of upma, sheera , pua or poha for breakfast.
I like this time to catch up with aaibai n diddi as weekdays I am chained to the chair. I like to take up new art, new design and I wont be amazed ( much to pleasure of ever encouraging aaibai) if I take up an online and preferably free course on art appreciation, along with ofcourse natural foods that heal.
I have started to love to get up early, recovering my sleep by an extra hour and then waking up, putting tea for simmer which is ready meanwhile I wakeup my deities with me as well. Today I tried some yoga (as I was having a bad crampy body, thanks to the chaining to chair syndrome) which ended up loosening quite a bit hurting points. This brought me to tackle another procrastinating point of starting a detailed yoga soon for which ofcourse I may need to get up more earlier, but at the moment it sounds doable, ask me when I get up at 5.00 am and dawdle till 5.15 alarm.
I have slowly come to realize that cursing anything or anyone wont solve a whitbit of stuff but I just need to make the best of what I have. So today after staarting a few starters (not baking ones but usual and quick meal fixes like dal soaking of appe, idli and dosa, rajma and chole, the dough prep for today, the pulse boiling for tomorrow with making dail for tadkas))
At the background of dinosaurs with human dialogues, I type this...An unmasked girl with her unmasked dad is learning to rid bike, which takes me to a two minute memory of making pilla learn to ride a bike last year. a quick guy, he has made me run like hell behind him as he paddled hard on the training wheels, care a damn to the vehicles coming. My heart thumping with running as well as dread of what if. But surely he made me loose quite a bit of pear like figure, making me long legged mumma again.
Plan for today : finish the kerela mural that I had sketched on the last of mini canvases I had in my possession. maybe a round of drawing goddess durga on black scratchpad and....the list just never ends...hope to have same plans and excitement once the quarantine gets over.
I keep weekend schedule categorically different from weekdays and much to the disappointment of better(?) half, the food is simpler as well. Toast sandwiches or idli sambhar for dinner, a bit different breakfast of upma, sheera , pua or poha for breakfast.
I like this time to catch up with aaibai n diddi as weekdays I am chained to the chair. I like to take up new art, new design and I wont be amazed ( much to pleasure of ever encouraging aaibai) if I take up an online and preferably free course on art appreciation, along with ofcourse natural foods that heal.
I have started to love to get up early, recovering my sleep by an extra hour and then waking up, putting tea for simmer which is ready meanwhile I wakeup my deities with me as well. Today I tried some yoga (as I was having a bad crampy body, thanks to the chaining to chair syndrome) which ended up loosening quite a bit hurting points. This brought me to tackle another procrastinating point of starting a detailed yoga soon for which ofcourse I may need to get up more earlier, but at the moment it sounds doable, ask me when I get up at 5.00 am and dawdle till 5.15 alarm.
I have slowly come to realize that cursing anything or anyone wont solve a whitbit of stuff but I just need to make the best of what I have. So today after staarting a few starters (not baking ones but usual and quick meal fixes like dal soaking of appe, idli and dosa, rajma and chole, the dough prep for today, the pulse boiling for tomorrow with making dail for tadkas))
At the background of dinosaurs with human dialogues, I type this...An unmasked girl with her unmasked dad is learning to rid bike, which takes me to a two minute memory of making pilla learn to ride a bike last year. a quick guy, he has made me run like hell behind him as he paddled hard on the training wheels, care a damn to the vehicles coming. My heart thumping with running as well as dread of what if. But surely he made me loose quite a bit of pear like figure, making me long legged mumma again.
Plan for today : finish the kerela mural that I had sketched on the last of mini canvases I had in my possession. maybe a round of drawing goddess durga on black scratchpad and....the list just never ends...hope to have same plans and excitement once the quarantine gets over.
