Bore's Galore

The sun beamed playfully outside my window, yet indoors I sat, almost literally dying of boredom. I was so bored that I classified counting the number of strands of hair in my brother's head as entertainment. My head lolled back and forth, wondering if the number of clouds in the sky could somehow be equal to the number of days I would spend being inwardly consumed by my own boredom. It was as if 'boredom' had assumed the form of some demon that found creativity being siphoned away from children a hearty laugh.

I sat on a rugged carpet, mastering the ability to hold my head up with nothing but my bear hands. Till now, I had already become proficient in the categories of toe and eyebrow wriggling. This new virus simply waltzed into the city, swatted away some people and decided that it doesn't want to leave anytime soon. Some nerve, I say! Millions of children (warning: this is not an exaggeration) are being deprived of a well-deserved fun summer break. The virus only recently spilled into our country, but it sent a furore of panic among the people faster than my cup noodles could get cooked. It was only yesterday, that I saw my neighbour's dog, Bruno, skipping the streets with a mask glued to his snout! 

Hence I sat at home, more bored now than ever before. I suppose this is the boredom in me talking, but after all this nothingness, a part of me would rather have just gone to school.