Home Quarantined Day 1

Nothing to fear about, I don't show any symptoms.

One call, rush to meet someone, a Cab ride --- called it a day!

Two days later, the Cab Aggregator called me with a news - Driver has turned positive.

That one clicked the panic button, aah for my wife at least. We as a family are sort of locked down in this place we call our home with a 1yr old kid and my mother in law. Except for me, none of my family members have been out of the main door more than twice since mid-March. My wife literally tried everything to cut off from the social-mingling, new mom's paranoia, and yesterday the one thing that she can utter was "irony".

Anyways, I have done what's needed - informed authorities (advised to stay home, quarantined alone), locked myself in a room and living a life of King -- wife and my mother-in-law delivering all that is needed timely. But, let me tell -- it's no fun. Most of the time I have no one to talk to, no one to argue on a nonsense news running on TV, or worst of all - I can't go near my kid. That's, let me reiterate, is the worst.

I started my day as usual, with work laptop and realised by late evening - that I have not moved from my place except for the most needed chores. 990 steps on my Fitbit was testimonial of my bum and backache. By evening, I realised this is not going to stay like this any more - and a quick 30mins workout and 15min/2.7km run brought my chi back in to the system.

I hope what I know is true, and I be out of this room soon. Till then, I will be working more than usual days, watching Dark, completing a few course, exercising and for sure will be blogging and photographing. The worst part of all these excitement - video call and a glimpse from 2m+ distance (I told you about my wife) is the only way to interact with my son.

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