Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Shahaan Anjum] I close my eyes in my self-isolation from corona... and I see the marketing that governments do who do not themselves handle it, the absurdness of how it can, and does, spread, the selfishness and irresponsibility of people in these times. I think trouble reveals people--reveals everything, of our hospitals, governments, and institutions. I can't help myself from thinking-- the future news broadcasts of people lining up in hospitals, getting rejected--and... dying. My biggest fear is not testing enough. From now on it can be said the plague was the concern of all of us - Albert Camus “We the Isolationists” series urges folks from any part of the world to share a

Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Aishwarya Mohan Gahrana] I close my eyes in my self-isolation from corona... and I see a black space. The black was darker. This was a journey in a random time. Forgotten friends were hugging me. Forbidden books were open, forbidden food was on the dinner table. A lot of chewed vegetables were asking the reason for their murder. I uttered nonsense.... My senses started working. I was somewhere on the mountain forest surrounded by widest beach submersing. The sky was deep blue with the shining sky. “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

Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Yimshen Naro Jamir] I close my eyes in my self-isolation from corona... and I see myself thinking about the date I have to miss. One chance to beg my love to stay, now forever lost. I can't show him the tiny tattoo of his initials on my wrist. He will never know that I got a tattoo, something I detest because it symbolises permanence. He will always think of me as the girl who was too scared to love. How ironic is it, that a communicable virus has stopped me from communicating to the boy I love, to beg him to save my life. “We the Isolationists” series urges folks from any part of

Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Abhijeet Singh] I close my eyes in my self-isolation from corona... and I see the most tragic of all Greek tragedies being enacted. Here, in Chowk, I hear, invisible whimpers. The Rumi Darwaza, perhaps, is mourning over the dark fate, that this vintage city is doomed to have. How dauntingly melancholy, casts its spell, and enshrouds the desolated streets, and clouds of utter uncertainty brings chaos to Dastarkhwan. Charming afternoons, and delightful evenings are withering, as if, the Fall has arrived much sooner. Lukewarm souls are witnessing the nemesis with cold eyes, and warm dew in them. With such minute details of confusing, cataclysmic crisis, the city has somehow managed to invite peaceful breeze,

Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Sofia Ammassari] I close my eyes in my self-isolation from corona... and I see the agonizing pain of my Italy, the country that I decided to leave many years ago because I felt it did not have anything to offer me, I felt I did not belong. I see the paradox of the expatriate: the more you live abroad, the more you get attached to your roots, the more you seek connection to your source. I see my family, not through a phone screen, but through my tears of joy when I will hug them again. “We the Isolationists” series urges folks from any part of the world to share a brief diary starting with

Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Sophie Luard] I close my eyes in my self-isolation from corona... and I see my friends and family, in various combinations, over various years, sitting around a table, laughing and talking and disagreeing and agreeing but together and communicating. For now we do this remotely but with the same love. “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.

Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Balvinder Kaur] I close my eyes in my self-isolation from corona... and I see my daddy looking from above (heaven). He is in awe to see the destruction of the world. He looks at my mother with love in his eyes, waves at my brother and at me and other family members and disappears by giving his usual blessings “May you have enough." And when I opened my eyes, feeling goosebumps, I could still feel his presence. Miss you daddy in the times of corona. “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

Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Manya Arora] I close my eyes in my self-isolation from corona... and I see the way the locks of my room are setting me free. The way this is even letting me be me. The way this detachment is even feeling like attaching from my own self. Somewhere, I take this isolation a way to read the pages of my own story and let some darkest moments haunt me too. I see the way I could even cry with the lights on or scream with the music off. I could laugh rolling on my floor or dance with the weirdest moves. I feel the way this is making me draw the zigzag patterns on