Little things like these: day 21 lockdown

Don't you miss the taxi hooters that hoot at dawn As your eyes spark into life as you prepare for the day? Don't you miss the morning chaos during the rush hours - as people flocked to clock at different destinations? That curiosity triggered by commuters' interactions while patiently waiting for that morning train - don't you miss that? Those annoying giggles by teenagers that pilled your frustrations as the bus you were on was caught up in traffic, What about the newspaper guy? Who showed you headlines that stole your breath while engulfed by traffic, Don't you miss the sunrise joggers that ran to nowhere as you couldn't figure their destinations, Those busy sonorous streets of the city - vendors' noise, exhausts noise, music - don't you miss that? Don't you miss those frozen clowns on the white line by the traffic lights intersections of the city? Don't you miss those unrecognized talented singers that draw pedestrians' attention during a busy day? Don't you miss those long meandering queues in supermarkets and taxi ranks during that time of the month? Don't you miss finding your way thru the marketplace crowd as the fear of being pickpocketed lingered in your mind? Those individuals who'd pass by you and leave behind a stale scent that grabbed e'eryone's attention, What about that irresistible blend of burnt herbs by your favourite restaurant? You miss it, right? Those 30 minutes break at work where you'd feast and catch your breath as you were drenching in your duties, That satisfaction you got after bestowing a beggar a penny - I miss all of that, What about unwinding in your favorite pub after a long day as you slowly sipped at the drink you ordered and asking for another one as the thirst thrived after e'ery drink? And you'd sit there reflecting on what went wrong and recovery plans and mostly cherishing those significant minor things, You miss that smell of a warm home-cooked supper filled with love that greets you as you open the door and finding a reason to smile after a brutally harsh day, You miss those drunk barbaric yobs at the evening as they sang out of tune as they sought their way home, You miss all those little things that showed you that there is more to life than being chained by fear imposed to you by the system.