Our corona diary.

[Text and photo by Roopamvir Singh]

I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona… and I see myself enclosed in emptiness. I grope the ground restlessly around me as I am plunged into this darkness painting my cheerful world. In suffocating confusions, I hear unclear whispers trembling in terrible winds of time, there are symphonies of learned helplessness and melodies of symbolic hopes, there is a mistrustful appearance of normalcy concealing the flames of unfettered faith in wounded hearts where the meanings of life have been reconstructed by unfailing struggles and unwavering refusals to give in to uncertainties. These hearts are breathing in oceans of unheard tales and abandoned endurances. These tales are weaved in their veins as silence imprisons their words. In a turbulent world that flutters in isolations today, these hearts have resided happily in imposed locks always, unknown and submerged in unawareness. Fragmented hopes to breathe and dented beliefs to survive in these hearts today scream to the world to keep strong as this too shall pass.

“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.