Just Another Day..

27th March 2020

Dear Diary,

I miss it. I miss it so much. Yes, I miss my friends and all but let me tell you that I'm more of an introvert. Due to our long 'quarantine' vacay, and thanks to Mr. Corona, our entire house smells with alcohol based sanitizer.

Oh, how lovely was the tangy fragrance of raspberries.

Additionally, we seemed like a filter on Snapchat with black masks on, wherever we go out. Little cute prisoners trying to flee!

Did I tell you about my friend distributing masks for free? Totally deserving.

How I crave for those roadside delicacies and those fine dew droplets showering upon me.. Then there's Chef Papa to our rescue. He makes the world's finest dishes. Not bragging yeah, but that's the truth!

Mr. Corona on demand: 854 positive cases in India and 19 deaths. Just hoping our tough time in homes bring some 'negative' results. The irony seems to work here.

For the very first time in life, I regretted having an all-Sunday week. Boredom got hold of us. Same old songs, same old movies and same old routine. Actually not.

I was having a bad time until my brother, Kanha came up with something called 'burnt-cake'. My foot. But, why worry when there's Mommy?

Vanilla ice-cream with burnt cake is such a deadly combination. Maybe, CORONAtic combination?

Alliteration sounds great, doesn't it?