Authors like coins, grow dear as they grow old. It is the rust we value, not the gold. We humans, seldom understand the worth of a thing unless and until we have lost it. It took a pandemic to make us realise how we have destroyed the nature and that it can heal itself in our absence. Most importantly, how our digital spaces have left us with no time to explore the outdoor and enjoy the beautiful, wonderful world we live in. (Un)surprisingly, we have been ignoring the nature since a very long time as reminds us this old poem.