Nothing is changed ever since the lockdown.
It is just me and all working from home.
Nothing is changed in terms of time spent on household work. All I do is a little more cooking, a little more cooking and much more cooking all the time. It is like the chef in me has gone crazy.
The time I spend on work is relatively more than I spend on other things, and it sometimes feels like 24 hours is not enough.
No demands have stopped, it kept on going, and sometimes I lose my mind too.
Nothing stopped, just because I have lots to do at work and home,
The demand for the extra roti, when I take a bite of cold food.
The demand for the bedtime story, when my bones are breaking and wanna be hugged by the bed.
The demand for early morning hunger pangs, when I want to crawl into the blanket and sleep.
The demand for extra work, when all I want to do is read my books…
The demand for the extra time for loved ones, when all I want is some Me time.
The demand for the extra bites from my plate, when I crave for them too…
The demand for playing with kids, when all I want to is watch a favourite TV show, of mine…
The demand for washing the pile of clothes , when I want to finish my urgent work to show that I can handle everything.
All I do in the end is, ignore my inner calls…
And be ready to serve the rest.
But yes, then I found the ideas to steal away my time from everything I do.
And All I do is steal away ME from ME.