Crossroads
Day 6: March 27, 2020 Centuries of unrivalled evolution have hardwired the human mind to demand constant improvement from its environment. As I managed to overcome … Continue reading Crossroads
Day 6: March 27, 2020 Centuries of unrivalled evolution have hardwired the human mind to demand constant improvement from its environment. As I managed to overcome … Continue reading Crossroads
Day 5: March 26, 2020 I slept well today. Hours passed like minutes and I woke up just in time for lunch. Today, I was determined … Continue reading Home Comforts
He’s a real nowhere man Sitting in his nowhere land Making all his nowhere plans for nobody… – Lord Lennon & Dear Paul Day 4: March … Continue reading Pit Stops
Day 3: March 24, 2020 There was no wasp today. I slept less than yesterday and woke up just as abruptly. This time, all the determination … Continue reading A long road ahead
Day 2: March 23, 2020 I was jolted awake by the sharp sting of a wasp on my pillow. Barely three hours had passed since I … Continue reading Disaster Management
Day 1: Sunday, March 22, 2020 Reaching home well past midnight, I walked past my parents and straight into the shower. In calling me home, they thought we would all be safe together and they could rest easy. Little did they know, we would be spending the next 14 days locked up together, away from all human contact but our own. My mom is a happy introvert like me. She wouldn’t break a sweat at the thought of staying in for two weeks. Dad, on the other hand, was going to have a tough time – something we’d share with … Continue reading Pause, refresh, play
When my father called on the morning of March 20, I was groggy and still in bed. Even so, there was nothing normal about the urgency … Continue reading My Quarantine Party
My first encounter with Maximum City was when I was 8 years young – wide-eyed and easily overwhelmed. All I remember from that fleeting visit was … Continue reading My Maximum City
The streets were pierced by a raucous blast of music as a streak of ferocious ‘tigers’ streamed in, inviting the locals to a feast of colours … Continue reading When tigers roam the streets
“Geppetto was a poor, lonely wood carver”, my mother started. As the words flowed from her lips, a cold, dimly lit basement in Tuscany was coming … Continue reading A world of our own