As I meditated over this project called Corona, I fell into a trance and immediately saw the three weird witches of Shakespearean Macbeth and a discussion went thus:
1st Witch: When shall we meet our friends and course mates again?
2nd Witch: When the hullabaloo of Corona has tranquilized.
3rd Witch: In the school premises, lecture halls, hostels and lodges.
1st Witch: There to reunite with our loved ones and exchange hugs and handshakes once again.
When the witches wanted to disappear, I begged them, “Stay! You imperfect speakers, tell me more.” But they would not listen.
And then I awoke to another day in quarantine, embraced by the huge arms of boredom.
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