City Series – Agatha Grace Pradhan in Siliguri, We the Isolationists (11th Corona Diary) Corona Diary by The Delhi Walla - March 21, 20200 Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Agatha Grace Pradhan] I close my eyes in my self-isolation from corona… and I see My colony’s old playground My pals and me running and swinging and sliding all day round I see the face of my lover how in the dark of December He held me in his arms how in the growing dusk we kissed and whispered promises of love I open my eyes, I am here alone The sky has shed It’s crystal blue, The wind’s roar frightens fallen bakul buds they run, scatter let out wilted cries pregnant clouds moan rain shall come any moment now And I gaze And I pray This shower rinses Our souls Our scars And Our sins “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. Related posts: City Series – Parul Singh in Bombay, We the Isolationists (102nd Corona Diary) City Series – Ayesha Amjad in Hyderabad, We the Isolationists (401st Corona Diary) City Series – Nikunj Kewalramani in Delhi, We the Isolationists (175th Corona Diary) City Series – Hina Sharma in Delhi, We the Isolationists (333rd Corona Diary) City Series – Rupali Rohilla in Delhi, We the Isolationists (345th Corona Diary)