Past, Present or Future
Like every morning, I stepped into the balcony. Instead of everyday hustle, vehicle’s horn, distant devotional music… today I can see only a deserted road and hear an unusual silence.
I looked at the date... March 23rd, 2030. My heart skipped a beat. Is it another lockdown that started? Is the dreaded “CORONA” back? I panicked and started shouting, “I haven’t stored any groceries and essentials. No sanitizers and masks.”
Suddenly I felt a jerk. “Shhh… What happened? Wake up. I am on con-call.” My husband stared at me while turning his microphone mute.
