Our corona diary.

[Text and photo by Chandrima Das]

I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona… and I see her standing barefoot behind the walls. The noisy birds fighting over the leftovers drew my attention towards her. Huh, she wasn’t new, neither someone I am familiar with; so nothing before that day made me sit longer in my verandah and notice her so closely. I could hear utensils banging on the floor; maybe her drunken father is back home. After sometime she faltered back and made herself comfortable in the well-furnished deck chair in her verandah which was new but had one broken arm. May be the noisy birds, broken chair and the dust filled outdoors was a lot more placid than the indoors.

“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.