Our corona diary.

[Text and photo by Aishwarya Shrivastav]

I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona… and I see empty gardens that once housed poetry evenings. We could still run away for verse or worse. I see a kid reciting loneliness and an old professor weaving a love poem. I see unfinished poems under an open sky, trembling to stand in front of strangers. I see myself tasting fresh fear and stale doubt. I see myself.

“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.