None of the stories are related to one another. None of them have any underlying meaning. All of them are very much bland. I love my Family. I come home after six months, four of which I spent alone in my hostel because of the Covid-19 lockdown. The day I land, we are inundated with calls - from most of the family of course. However, a particular close-family member calls us up at 12 in the night, a couple minutes before I reach home. He had apparently forgotten to give us a call. Understandable. But why 12 in the night? Unless you knew it would take us a lot of time to go through the screening and allocation processes in the airport and the swab tests at the local centre. And it did, it took us 5 hours to complete these formalities and reach home. Seems like you knew about that, did not you? Well, that was awkward. A couple days later. Our family is in home-quarantine. But we have not been that strict with prohibiting any outside contact since my mother has been ...