Sunday Everyday

                                                 Sunday Everyday

“How I wish everyday would be like a Sunday!”

Due to my approaching boards and the stress to perform exponentially rising, I just always wished for a holiday where I did not have to worry about the next day’s portion or how I would fair if I lost one entire day of studies. Each day was a testament of the unfairness of life and how unfulfilling it could be. A complete year had passed and with just a few more months to go, the need to vent was unimaginable. Hence, I did vent. To the best listener in this whole wide world, my teddy, “Just make one week such that each day is a Sunday. Please!”

And, lo and behold, little did I know my wish would actually come true. A day before my spring break, we were given a spring present and sent home early. One entire day early. How we all rejoiced in that moment. The thought of going home a day earlier consumed our minds and we did not have the time or want to pay attention to the finer details. We were being sent home owing to the Coronavirus Situation in our country and due to the growing threat of the virus. Even after knowing the facts, most of us did not pay much heed and enjoyed our spring break as usual. However, one day before our school was supposed to reopen, there it was…Flashing News…an email stating that school has been suspended due to the current ongoing Pandemic and we would not be able to attend the final months of our senior year.

Now each of us have landed in a situation where the only way to meet our friends, the senior class is through virtual mediums. The laughter, the outings and meetings are all locked down. A series of video calls to compensate for the innumerable gossip sessions during school, and sharing virtual jokes to compensate for the daily dose of tummy aching laughter. When talking to people, we’re always labelled as the “lucky” batch. The batch of students who had their 12th grade boards cancelled, the batch of students who have their summer extended, the batch of students who will be remembered by the entire nation!

Contrastingly, when I think about ourselves, it’s a very different scenario. We’re the batch who had their final classes virtually, their graduation is postponed, their friends are scattered during the times when it could be their last meeting. We’re the batch who were affected by the pandemic in a way that our rites of passage of graduating high school is lost amongst the flurry and tension of the lockdown and illness all around..

Our wish for a Sunday everyday was granted…..but at what cost ?

                                                                                                               - Adarsh Singh