In our city, it has been two months under Covid-19 confinement with no end in near sight. Even though things are running smoothly, you can’t help but feel disconnected after being away from friends and family for so long. The technology can go only so far. It cannot replace the warmth of personal human interaction. Despite your best efforts, feeling of emptiness and isolation creeps in through the cracks.
But we humans figure out a way even in most perplexing situations. Even if its as intangible as showing care and warmth.
A knock on the door followed by the sound of fast receding footsteps is a new everyday occurrence in our life now.
Opening the door, I see a friend waving from her car on the street. She had left gifts for kids on the front door. Our loud chat is briefly interrupted by the shrieks of joy from inside the house.
Weekly I find a bag of fresh lemons from our elderly neighbour’s garden. Sometimes its a box of vegetables from another neighbour. Another couple leaves freshly cooked stew, rolls, mochi or whichever new dish they tried, made specifically vegetarian for us. We share recipes and direct each other on dough consistency over video chat then leave samples of the finished item for expert comments. When an accident in the evening forces us to rush to the Emergency room for stitches, a neighbour readily offers to take the kids in and then fed them dinner by the time we came back.
We run errands and pick groceries for each other. We wave and chat from across the street, and even though we cannot cross it yet, warmth quickly wafts across. We figured out that care is COVID-19 resistant.