Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Nandini Nag] I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona... and I see uncertainty. Complete and total surrender in the face of adversity. Maybe I am paranoid, like my friends say, but I simply can't wrap my head around the entire phenomena. You see, I have read such events in books that come out once a year from the top shelf in libraries, to be dusted, glossed over, tch-tched over and put back again. We safely distance ourselves from such pasts. I am in the middle of surreality and I fail to make my peace with it, knowing I can't understand it. So I while my time away, like Vladimir and Estragon, waiting for this

Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Ratan Kaul] I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona... and I see the majestic Zabarwaan range in my homeland Kashmir, and juxtaposed to this image is the garbage mountain in Delhi's Ghazipur. In a clay pot I see delicious nadroo and monj, brought at dawn from the vendor at the Habbakadal bridge, hydroponically grown in the floating gardens of the Dal, and next to it is the aluminium kadhai in Seelampur simmering with baingan lauki from the Yamuna banks. Shikaras in the Nagin Lake collide with the orange and green cluster buses under the Chirag Dilli flyover. The sufiyaana colours of the embroidery on the pashmina shawl clash violently with the garish yellow and