Poetry in the city. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] She is in purple palazzos and pink kurti. Her brown sling bag has her wallet, a mobile, a “chhotu” cash purse, keys to her south Delhi flat, and a hand sanitiser bottle. And she is wearing a mask, of course. Jonaki Ray works in an IT company, but she no longer has to commute all the way to Noida to mark her office attendance—thank you, Corona! Also a poet, she especially wrote a pandemic-era city-life poem for this blog. The Art of Not Losing Breath after Elizabeth Bishop At the corner of the market was Maxim’s with its air blending butter into rising cakes. Outside, on the crescent-shaped street, cars honking at walkers evading rickshaws, passengers hopscotching with potholes,