Spring is sort of here, it got off to a bad start, March is a troubled past, April sings a subdued song, for one week has gone, two weeks remain, a lockdown is in place, while the birds chirp away, skies clear out a bit more, stars twinkle shine, words have a field day, for time is aplenty, lines run into miles all empty, fill them out, so says a writer, housebound who sits at a typewriter dusty and clanky. @tejaswiniaura Day 8 begins. April begins. Summer begins. Used-to-ness to lockdown begins. March ends. Spring ends. The hustle and bustle of the chase ends. A week of lockdown ends. 2 more to go. Or maybe many more. Describe your #day8lockdown in today's #lockdowndiary. #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba #tejaswiniaura