For the first few days it was all fun The break seemed so relaxing Then it started to get on my nerves Oh how i pined for that routine Now after day eleven I'm on verge of desperation But in that desperation is fear Fear of returning to the normal The normal which won't be the normal now Now i fear even a sneeze or hiccup A slight cough or a face flushed up I fear to touch anything even packets And even my shadow startles What to talk of people's intimacy How can normal be normal now Can anyone tell this with conviction. 11 minutes are just right for pleasure. 11 rupees is the ideal alm you give in India. 11 is when I start shortlisting a midnight poem from among the dozens I read through the day. 11, eleven, sounds elegant. What happened in the past 11 days? Write your #lockdowndiary for #day11lockdown #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba