City Series – Oishee Bhattacharyya in Hyderabad, We the Isolationists (69th Corona Diary)
Our corona diary.
[Text and photo by Oishee Bhattacharyya]
I close my eyes in my self-isolation from corona… and I see the lane leading up to my house in Kolkata. It is afternoon. Some boys are playing in the field nearby, their shouts interrupting the dreaminess of the hour. I knock on the brown door and stare at its ruggedness. I’ve known this door for 28 years before I left for Hyderabad. I climb up the red stairs, noticing each chip, each discolouration like meeting an old friend. On reaching the terrace, I find my endless sky. I walk to the edge. I can almost touch the leaves of the tree opposite my house. It is teeming with life. I glance at the lane. The black cat is back, walking on top of the wall. The houses are all dreaming. No one stirs. No one knows I’m back.
“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 firstname.lastname@example.org.