I hadn't imagined booking the trip of my life and then cancelling it. I hadn't imagined I'd ever yearn to go to class. And least of all did I ever imagine that if all of this, and more, did happen, life would go on. In the five weeks of the lockdown, I have felt more emotions that I thought I was capable of feeling. I have celebrated both my parents' birthdays, as we're stuck in three continents, by sketching our pictures together and baking cakes.

I have redone my room that'll be home for who-knows-how-long. I have binged on the lamest of reality TV, unironically. Even as personal, academic, and professional life hangs by a thread, I have learnt to be grateful. For the privileges that afford me this life. For the fact that I'm in a country where I can trust the government. For a healthy body, three meals a day and a roof over my head. But most of all, for my Mundus scholarship and the people it has led me to.