I’m in the middle of a literary webinar on Friday. We were talking about Sylvia Plath’s Bell Jar, the lines a speaker read: “Silence depressed me. It’s not the silence of silence. It’s my own silence.
The sullen words have infiltrated my gut; I wanted to get out when the “happy” angel in my life called me. As if I knew I had to get out of the quagmire of pain and that I was moving urgently from Sylvia Plath’s global to Sophie Kinsella’s.
“DSS (Dubai Summer Surprises) is here, a little for our colorless lives, isn’t it?Come on, let’s do shopping therapy,” Kohli enthusiastically said on the phone.
I had also written before that I am not a compulsive buyer, however, when Mrs Kohli proposed a shopping spree, I felt strangely seduced, to follow the flow.
As the days go by. Months have passed since March, we have oscillated between certainties and uncertainties and advanced. Life has almost been interrupted and an eye winked at us, saying, “A few more days. “And I had asked breathlessly, “Weeks, months or years?”
Well, mortals can settle for the situation, take precautions and keep having fun. And for me, the “pleasure” came here in the form of Mrs. Kohli. I agreed to spend buying groceries with her, but a look of thoughts gnawed at my conscience: “Would in the DSS risk my life?Is it irresponsible behavior?”
The relaxed spirit he was, tried to convince me: “The government took many precautions. And man, intellectual fitness is also important, come on, a few hours will do wonders!
Our post-Covid foray into this aromatic and magical world of treats at the Dubai Mall. She asked me to find her in front of the huge aquarium.
I first do it, masked, wearing gloves, dressed in the maximum padding of my tracksuit pants and sneakers, well aware of Mrs Kohli’s relentless and tireless trips to buy groceries.
There is a temperature display through automatic AI heating chambers. As I waited, I saw the fish swim, with them swimming my negative thoughts. The blue water actually made my sadness disappear.
After a few minutes, she appeared, dressed as Tara Jarmon in Japanese flower prints, a matched mask in the trailer, Gina’s shiny shoes and her hair looked so well groomed. on a global that seemed to be under an alien attack and we were here defying Satan with spikes.
Then I saw the bright blue Birkins bag I was holding. When I asked him why he was so heavy, he said he was carrying a bottle of coffee with hot turmeric milk, another bottle of warm water that he needed to drink to ” burn the virus to death, if any, prowling his throat,’ bottles of disinfectant (several scents), disposable gloves he needed from time to time because he may not use them for a long time. Buy, after Covid, the new “abnormal”!
The first store we went to Kinokuniya was my condition to come. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply masked, books and office supplies smelled divine!
Buying some brushes and sketchbookes was the ultimate joy!Then we headed to some outlets promoting clothes. There were few people, the outlets were brilliantly blank and resonated with: “Your protection is our priority. “As promised through the DSS website.
In fact, the evidence rooms kept us at trial. I can see the lines of anguish engraved on my face in a bright light, the millions of litres of ice I ate to ward off the anxiety of the forties, which now oozes from me in the form of layers of fat. pushing me out of discouragement.
At that moment, I learned that life is beautiful, we will have to embrace it because when the pandemic is over, we still have to be alive, dynamic and beautiful!Thank God for DSS, to me, it now means “Detoxifying Being. isolation. “
– Navanita Varadpande was founded in Dubai. Twitter: @VpNavanita
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