City Series – Raj Pattni in London, We the Isolationists (243rd Corona Diary) Corona Diary by The Delhi Walla - April 26, 2020April 29, 20200 Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Raj Pattni] I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona... and I see a world, that existed in the before. I see the humdrum of schedules, the chasing of time, I see apathy, I feel dazed. I see a gluttony of sorts, a glint in the eyes of people. I see swarms of them. Relentless, searching. I see chaos of the mind, thoughts and needs. I see footsteps everywhere; I see noise. As I open my eyes, I can see stillness. I can hear peace. Yet I hear the fear too but I can see myself inwardly more deeply than ever before. “We the Isolationists” series urges folks from any part of the world to share
City Series – Ivan Ganguly in Jamshedpur, We the Isolationists (242nd Corona Diary) Corona Diary by The Delhi Walla - April 26, 2020April 29, 20200 Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Ivan Ganguly] I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona... and I see memories of those cities we never looked back upon. They remember us. They remember of us for the love we have, They remember us for who we are They will always remember us because they could hear you praying for me with every step you take. “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.
City Series – Shridhar Jawak in Longyearbyen, Norway, We the Isolationists (241st Corona Diary) Corona Diary by The Delhi Walla - April 26, 2020April 29, 20200 Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Shridhar Jawak] I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona... and I see bright sunlight that persists day and night and seldom fades in the end. Bluish tranquil waters in the fjord, sometimes covered with chunks of broken ice, bluish skies touching white snowcap of the misty mountains, packed ice and snow pastry showers, overlooking this glass of wine are flowy rivers, which meander through like a newborn baby. I see misty gales, melting snow and broken ice, chirping birds, and solitude of my town from the window of my wooden house! “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...”
City Series – Arindita Gogoi in Secunderabad, Telangana, We the Isolationists (240th Corona Diary) Corona Diary by The Delhi Walla - April 26, 2020April 29, 20200 Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Arindita Gogoi] I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona... and I see human constellations...each star located light-years apart but forming meaning just by their mere existence. Time begets universe begets time Both beget ease As they beget pain... Hope, not fatalism Fatalism, not belief in the divine Belief, not blindfaith Blindfaith Only on what I've nurtured Knowing that someone else Has also Watered the same plant “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.
City Series – Hangul Saeed in Turbat, Balochistan, We the Isolationists (239th Corona Diary) Corona Diary by The Delhi Walla - April 26, 2020April 29, 20200 Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Hangul Saeed] I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona... and I see that in an attempt to distance myself away from the world fighting against death, I turned to the master of world fiction Tolstoy and began to read his novel Anna Karenina. Anna, a married woman who passionately falls in love with another man. Back then, marriages were contracted on the basis of power and wealth. Women were never asked about their consent. Thus, Anna was condemned to live a life of unhappiness. When she abandons her husband, she also sacrificed her son to finally discards the choice society made for her. Tolstoy also describes how in those days women were known