Lockdown Diaries : The death of a fly

The last of our guests left last Thursday after an entire month of festivities and family gatherings. Just when I thought I’d put my feet up and get back to writing, reading and art, my husband returned from work feeling unwell. The test showed positive leaving us feeling anything but positive! As per the current rules in Mumbai, nobody from the house can step out if anybody tests positive, and nobody can come in. This means that the onus of running the house, cooking the meals and cleaning is on me. The girls and I did the test the next day, and it was negative, which was a good thing. However, ever since the test, I have been getting a fever in the afternoons and nights and feeling chill to my bones when I’m feverish. There’s nothing I can do about it since I’ve tested negative. So, I’ve been popping in ‘Dolo’ for fever, ‘Ibuprofen’ for the headache and ‘Relent’ for the cold and handling it while hubby dear is recuperating inside the room.

Anyway, with nowhere to go and no energy to do anything except the bare minimum, I was glad this poem wrote itself out this morning when I saw a dead fly. Being locked in means, there’s only so much I get to see :).

Writing this silly poem is a way to get back to life which is ironic since the poem itself is about death. I hate that I’m already halfway through January and have been barely active on my blog or anywhere else, for that matter. But it is a reminder that health is precious – it is difficult to do anything when one is down with the flu or omicron or is unwell in any way. So, if you’re out there cribbing about how life sucks because something’s not going your way, but you are blessed with good health, remember to be thankful for it.

Last evening I saw a fly 
perched on the couch
It did not move when I went near
'Oh dear!' thought I, with a sigh

'It looks like it's going to die.'
In I went
For a piece of paper
to use as a swatter but when I returned,
It was no longer there.

'How far could it have gone?' I mused
And looked for it under the cushions
And under the throws;
on the sofa and on the floor

But there was not a sign of it
This morning I saw it
on its back with its legs
up in the air- Dead!

I picked it with a tissue
And threw it in the bin
And thought, 'Better this way-
than committing murder!'

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10 responses to “Lockdown Diaries : The death of a fly”

  1. Susi Bocks Avatar

    LOL Excellent story, Smitha!

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    1. Smitha V Avatar

      Thank you, Susi. So glad you enjoyed reading it 🙂

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      1. Susi Bocks Avatar

        You’re welcome, Smitha! 🙂

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  2. Andrea Stephenson Avatar

    Sorry about your illness Smitha, perhaps you were feeling run down after all the activity of the holidays and it made you more vulnerable. You may well have the virus – it can take a couple of days to show up in the partner. We had it in August and it was like a bad flu, not nice, but I hope you’re feeling much better by now. And as for not doing much in January, you’ve had a lot on, so maybe you just needed to slow down a bit! I love the amusement of your poem – and yes, a natural death was better than being swatted 🙂

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    1. Smitha V Avatar

      I agree, Andrea. I guess it got too much for me especially since we have not been used to entertaining over the last two years. I suppose I do need my ‘me’ time. And since Dec 15th I had very little of it until January 11th.
      I’m feeling much better now, thank you. The cough continues though and I believe it will for sometime. I’m slowly coming back to doing the things that give me peace. I’m so glad you enjoyed reading the poem and saw the fun in it. I didn’t mean it to be dark in any way but some readers thought it a bit ‘Kafkaesque’. 🙂 Then I read it again and thought of it from their point of view. Well, I understood where they came from. Thank you for reading it the way I meant it to be read 🙂

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  3. robbiesinspiration Avatar

    Hi Smitha, I am so sorry to hear that you and hubby have been ill. Omicron doesn’t seem as life threatening as Delta but it is still very nasty. My sister’s whole family had it in December. I hope you are both recovering by now. Your poem gave me a smile and I thank you for that. Hugs.

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    1. Smitha V Avatar

      Hi Robbie. We got out of quarantine today but the last one week has been gruelling. I agree…this one’s nasty though everybody says its mild. I can’t imagine what people went through with Delta. With this, I’d have fever with a cold that made my bones rattle (literally) and it came in the afternoon and at night. The fevers were accompanied by headaches. We’re ok now by God’s grace.
      I saw you shared my poem on Twitter and two people even liked it. It was silly but it got me back to writing. So happy it made you smile. XXX

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      1. robbiesinspiration Avatar

        Hi Smitha, I am delighted to know that your poem got some likes. I sometimes wonder whether Twitter is worthwhile at all. Omicron is still horrible and mild just means you usually don’t need hospitalisation. My sister and her husband were very sick, as was my 12-year old niece. Keep getting better. Hugs.

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        1. Smitha V Avatar

          I feel the same about Twitter, insta and pretty much social media- don’t know how it works to get more viewers. 🙃
          I hope your sister and her family are feeling much better now. Omicron takes a toll. I hope we are done with these variants. They are tiresome. Has your 12 year old niece been vaccinated?
          I need to go back to my walks and build my strength back. Thank you for checking in on me. Hugs 🧡


  4. Manja Maksimovič Avatar

    You are so right. Health is all there is. I wish you and your husband catch yours again soon.

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