It has been ten months since the lock down. Like the many others who step out of their homes responsibly, I found myself stepping out and the earth remains the same, the birds fly out in the open sky, all roads leading to traffic just slower into the day. Everyone’s got their masks on, some wear them halfway through losing its purpose. The idea of someone wearing a mask with a helmet on a busy Monday morning sure does bring out humor and annoyance, hey who can tell? Everyone’s got a mask on. I was walking by the side of a road with my mask on and could smell of a truck full of sanitizers exploding into the air and was trying to figure out the source of the smell. I turned around and saw a hospital, this answered the thought. The many stray animals out in the city here in Bangalore I often wonder how they see us masked and freely roaming. We have the right to freedom of expression given under Article 19 of the Indian Constitution.Expressions on the face are just curtailed to the eye and how it is expressed that is if one is to read a person’s face who is having a mask on. Though if one’s wearing a face shield well it does preserve a spot on our body taking away the space for sunglasses and caps. This new norm sure does take time to get use to. I bet I am not the only one who stepped out of home and quickly returning remembering to wear the mask on. It sure has captured a space with us along with other accessories. Be it the keys, our watches, a bracelet, a smartphone, laptops, and to add to the previous norm before one could leave home, Making sure to moisturize, lotions, and makeup, to be well sanitized every few minutes and being well hydrated with a mask on, Well only time can tell when one would drink that glass of water with our masks on making a mess out of the place. So we are out there on the road well dressed and ready for work, or college or to church, wearing a mask sure has quickly adapted with the fashion industry roping in and adding such beautiful designs on the mask. All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, As you Like it by William Shakespeare. Well diving our life’s into two parts the back stage, where we play different roles and return to the green rooms and change and put on another cloak and travel to another destination, carrying a dream, a desire, and H-O-P-E along the way into our homes, It sure does feel like we are all wrapped around tick-tock tick-tock breathing this air with fingers crossed just hoping and praying a day does not come by where one should pay for oxygen to roam and daydream into the open sky.