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                                                                Friday

                                                                02-10-2020


              Everything happening around me seems to be unusual. The whole world is ruled by a powerful personality so talented a microorganism coronavirus. For the past 6 month all of us are locked inside the four walls thinking about hygiene. Looking for news about coronavirus and how the rate of pandemic is going on became my daily routine now.

         I am Virtually connected with my friend but it seems different because I miss their presence  around me. Meanwhile our  education system gained lot changes  instead of black board and teachers in front of us we are forced to switch to online class with smartphones, laptops and e-notes as well as assignments. 

            Its been 6 months over since I am locked inside. These days were like enjoyable for the first few days but as days past its becoming tougher. Lockdown and being quarantined taught me many different things. First and foremost thing is I really love my school and that surrounding more than I thought. Normal days gave me less time but now I can enjoy more time. 

           Now I am enjoying quality time around my parents and caring them. Though the number of patients are increasing around its a bit scary but hopefully waiting for good and normal days. These days goes like same waking up, attending classes, having food, and ends up in sleep little bit boring.


-shiyana

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