One Year in a Pandemic

It's such a paradox that so much is happening in the city and there's only so much I can tell - the view from my balcony, those five trees, those two dogs, those four garbage bins, and two ladies who come at 8 in the morning to drop the garbage! 

As the list of dead continues to rise, I have begun feeling a commonality in the losses of other people. They have begun feeling too personal. 

As the second wave of the Pandemic surges in India, I take a pause and reflect on what this personally means to me. 

I'm back with my recording of how I feel each day about this pandemic. We, in India, are in the middle of the worst crisis and there's no running out of it. I begin my journey once again, my journey of collecting my thoughts as they arrive on various days.