Nayana switched off the TV and got up from the living room. “It’s been two years since the whole world trapped under corona. When will this all be over?” She thought to herself while making her way through the kitchen. It is almost time to prepare the dinner. Ramesh like his meals hot, or else she won’t hear the end of it, who would not let his hand in any of the chores. She wondered why he won’t come inside the kitchen to help her with the chores. Also what is he doing sitting infront of that stupid laptop whole day long? Didn’t his office time ended by 5 pm? He must be watching movies or browsing random site. Couldn’t he just spend few minutes with his wife and help her with few chores??? She wished she was in Ramesh’s place where she could sit in front of the stupid computer all day and not worrying about the never ending chores. Muttering to herself she started with the dinner….

Ramesh closed his eyes shut for a moment. Sitting here in front of the computer desk, with no fixed working time is exhausting. The management thinks that since we are working from home, we are having a vacation, where they can schedule meeting or assignment at any point of time, including at midnight. It’s hours past his working time and the meeting is not over. Only after the meeting he could work on his other assignments.

He longed for the fixed working hours at office where he can leave his work at office and at home he can have some peace of mind. That was his me time. He wondered why Nayana is getting mad every time he ask for freshly prepared food. The rich aroma from the hot food, and its rich taste in his tongue are the one thing that help him relax. Thinking to himself he opened his eyes when he heard his email notification. Cursing the Corona Virus he dived back to his work, all the time wishing he was in his wife’s place where he don’t have to listen to the scolding of the management or worry about the deadlines and just sit at home idly doing work that does not need any thinking or time….