India, May 2 -- Me, I am just a girl, not little enough anymore to hope dinner will cook itself. and these thoughts swirl through my mind.

But here I am, weeks into a near total lockdown, and a few months since life changed forever, staring at the fridge wondering if life will ever be the same again.

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On a day, when none of us has anywhere to go, when each day is the same; there is no doorbell that will ring; no activity to structure my routine around; how can I possibly be unable to handle the few choices the bare shelves throw up? But I am - unable to decide. I realize it's not the food, it's the turmoil in my mind.

The uncertainties around which we stoically try to build our routines weigh on me; as I wonder:-

Will today be spent...