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Journal, Self talk-1

It was evening, yes, announcement I heard on corfew, to play a defence game,
Against Covid 19.
Loving the game and living the lockdown. 
Yes, a challenge for humanity, like all such fantasy movie already we have seen and where battle ends saving the people.

In this game, in reality  each one of us the character, and no specific medicine except advices to increase immunity power and make social distance.
In the evening  I felt the  teasing smile of trees, herbs, birds, insects  around.  
I gasped. 

I heard the siran of police vehicle in the far away road,
I dived into my home,
Closed the door and window, 
Not fearing them, but for social distance and their teasing smile

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