But, last night, I dreamt, my 'Godot' (may be my inner self) visiting me and asking me not to be too casual about the surrounding. He/She asked me to narrate my experience with Covid19/Education/Students etc. So I sat down this Saturday morning. I realised what a rustiness mean. I am now an almost a morbid piece of junk who is useless, timid. It seemed like the 'crackling' sound which I hear from my shoulder and arm joint every morning. I found a cure, I brought out the 'dumb-bell' to manipulate my arms joint. I will return with more words in a short while.
Just wait! I will talk about the experience of Covid19 challenge, future of Online learning in my next story telling. That will be much more interesting than following , as Shanco, the morbid 'Don Quixote' (Don Quiote).