Our corona diary.

[Text and photo by Aishwarya Diwakar Rahi]

I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona… and I see a shiny string entwined in my fingers that sails a kite. It waves, flutters and cuts through the twilight to touch the moon.

The kite is only so close that it sees Shakir’s sorrows but cannot feel them, and only so far away that it barely touches Meer’s vahshat and junoon.

Miles away, I feel what being moon is.

I soon realize that I am swooning and pull the string falling from the sky towards the ground.

The ball of reshami threads, the moon, keeps on waning.

“We the Isolationists” series urges folks from any part of the world to share a brief diary starting with “I close my eyes in my self-isolation from Corona… and I see…” Not more than 100 words. With a horizontal-sized selfie, along with your city name… please mail to me at mayankaustensoofi@gmail.com.