As it is

Temple goers

Over the last few months of being isolated at home, I’ve come to realise that if I have a religion, it is my solitude.

In fragments

Whining and grunting, I yank myself out of bed. It is yet another morning, and I’m not in the mood to exist.

One of the many

Why did we stick with them? Why did we wait for the end to come? One of us felt we had no choice. Maybe we hoped things would change.

Girls who could not love

One day, she wrote Titir a long letter and slipped it under her door. It didn’t occur to her that the move would only cause her object of dedication to further stiffen against her.

We are conversation

You always came to me for conversations. You knew that was all I ever had, to offer. And that’s exactly why you came around this time as well. To converse. To find distraction.

A thing or two about art

The critique of art may be harsh, but paint itself retains the quality of healing. It covers any deficiencies without contest or contempt.

In the epicentre

We can’t have read this much news in our entire lives, but we are scared because, you never know, the virus might find a host in one of us.

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