I recently bought the kindle edition of “The Emperor of All maladies” – by Siddhartha Mukherjee. Luckily, I’ve picked up on my reading schedule already. We must have had the antibodies already to survive the swimming pool at our resort, I think. P.S – Lucky to be back home and not sick. It felt like we’ve reached the end of earth. We saw endless stretches of deep blue water. I’ve never witnessed the sea so blue and its bed so clear before. That meant less tourists and cleaner beaches. The rare advantage we had during this visit was that people were still skeptical of travelling. The beaches were open, the shacks were open and clubs were open too (with some restrictions). It was lovely to see Goa opening up to tourists, the day we reached. It seemed quite hygienic, safe.Īt the flying terminal, we were even handed plastic shields, to wear on flight. Masks were mandatory and alternate seating was marked for social distancing. To start with airports were sanitized continually. We planned a three days trip to the sunny beaches of Goa (on the western coast of India). (hail remote work!) Travel in times of CovidĪfter burying the troubles of past weeks, I took some time off to recharge my batteries. I’ve spent quite some time here, this year. P.S – Fortunately, it all ended well for us, in this case. It felt like you are more likely to die of a curable disease than of Covid 19. Moreover, they are strained on capacity these days. They don’t admit you without a Covid negative report.
When it causes your white blood cells to drop dangerously low, you need to be monitored, to be hospitalized temporarily.įinding a bed in a hospital is a task on its own. If you don’t know what that is, Google it.
In fact, it turned out to be an entirely other thing. We thought it would go away but then it didn’t. It seemed like a flu and we presumed it was Covid. I couldn’t leave my home for one whole week. It all showed up the next day when my cheek was swollen to the size of pumpkin. I was hooked onto anesthesia of course so I didn’t realize a thing. It took a dentist thirty minutes to pull off that deep rooted wisdom. In a way, it sums up what’s really on my mind! (also my blog title) It almost seems natural to explain the unexplained blogging break and whatever the heck has been ongoing. So, when the thought of writing a monthly letter crossed my mind, I couldn’t stop thinking. I reckon drafting at least three posts during this time, unable to publish any.
#ALOT ON MYMIND SERIES#
Ok, I’m back now, almost after two months.Ī series of unplanned events occupied me for a while and writing became a mental block.