Thoughts in Quarantine - Companions and Goodbyes

This is the second day of my quarantine. So far, the virus has been more merciful upon me than the choicest of my companions - ironically, who, occupy my thoughts tonight at this hour while the world sleeps. It is most fanciful that during such hours of crisis, where death itself is no longer a very remote possibility - against all odds, thoughts stray into reopening the same old ledgers that we first tried our best to balance, and having failed, we buried them down into the shelves of memories. 

Goodbyes are a norm of life. Not all goodbyes are accompanied with smiles and merrily waved palms. If even one of two companions find happiness and meaning in their new journey, perhaps the bidding of farewell finds justification. In that case, it is left to the other fellow to sink or to swim, to find some meaning and walk forth, or to just perish. The ledgers are balanced otherwise. It is the nostalgic, lovelorn heart that fails to spot the error in their judgement. 

We brace ourselves and march on to live another day. This forlorn companion suffers more in imagination than in reality.