I imagined the plight of The bedridden one The perennially ill one The aged immobile The one with no family The jobless one The one with severe depression The one being frequently abused and locked at home The prisoner The blind/sightless by birth The covid positive one The one in a senior's home The physically disabled or rather the differently abled one and many more I felt them all in my bones as my heart wept and my soul was awakening with love and compassion The lockdown did not matter any more Gratitude ruled the day 24 days is a lot of days. Enough to write a novel. To move into a new house. To plan a quick wedding and to watch top 100 movies of the world. How was your 24th day? Write your #lockdowndiary for #day24lockdown #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba