Fortnight With Covid-19

As a writer, it’s been my inner most wish for few days of uninterrupted isolation preferably inside the comforts accessible in my house. Perhaps it’s stemmed through the agonies on the frequent disturbances which I needed to face while I was engrossed inside creative technique of writing a write-up, story or book. When you are mustering and putting your entire energies & concentrating on a subject within your favorite creation, any disturbance hurts you very badly. You just need isolation with no disturbances to finish a write-up / poem / story or novel that is cooking mentally. You don’t want anything between both you and your chain of thoughts except your pen/paper or laptop. But others, specially your near & dear ones usually do not understand/value all of this. They will keep disturbing you for trivial things. And paradox is simply because think that are performing this on your good only.

My innermost desire was fulfilled a couple of days back when I was tested positive for covid-19 and I needed to remain home quarantined for fourteen days. It happened ‘word for word’ from the same way which I have scripted over the internet. I was within my bedroom & there were absolutely no disturbance whatsoever except the foodstuffs or drinks etc. which are kept on a table outside my room periodically by my significant other.

But I could not utilize this dream situation for my intended advantage. There was an extremely subtle difference. Although the situation was based on the description of the dream situation but there seemed to be still a whole lot of difference. It was the same as the difference between the enjoyment of sex and getting raped. It was the real difference of being a prisoner plus a jail staff or becoming a patient and doctor. The environment is same for both however their ‘state of mind’ is completely opposite.

The situation was forced upon me. The critical part of my ‘free will’ was missing. Therefore, inspite of no disturbance and available time of these two weeks of isolation, I was not capable of write anything. Not even my minimum ritual of writing no less than two pages which I was doing inspite of my all business in the past.