Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Shikha Thakur] I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona... and I see a more sensible world doing less non-sensical acts. I see people living harmoniously where no differences remain and where the world is just to all. Happy harbingers are roaming around humming the happy hymns. Oh, I so wish this were the happy reality of our lives. Where we do not know about any hierarchies or any biases, where no one kills or dies. I wish for a life we all are keen to live for a thousand times. “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

Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Akshay Tyagi] I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona... and I see while writing our deepest/important experiences, we tend to replace 'I' with 'we'. Is it like coming from the lobby of 'we'... the writen piece will get acknowledged. Just like to make my personal experience feel validated I used "we tend" rather than "I tend". Is it 'we' we are seeking or 'I' who is seeking 'we'? “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

Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Anannya Uberoi] I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona... and I see myself back in Sucre Salón de Té, a tall cup of English breakfast with a beckoning cat formed on its silicone lid, its raised hands gently coaxing me to smell the tea. I greet the barista, some days in Spanish, some, in English. After a heartiful read, I visit San Jerónimo at sundown to say a passing prayer. I ring my family back in Delhi as I begin homewards. I see my next day at work–fuller with the tea, the reading, and conversations of yesterday. “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 Frances Turner] I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona... and I see... a suitcase, emptied of my privileged aspirations countries, cities, villages I won’t get to volunteer service I won’t be able to perform a whole world I can’t reach images I won’t capture a blog I won’t write old friends I won’t see new friends I won’t make Mother Earth breathes cars parked airplanes grounded pollution receding extraordinary sunrises and sunsets skies a more brilliant shade of blue birdsong symphonies hand-written prose on paper staying home, staying local is saving lives fervent desire for a better, kinder world new hope for the future in the stillness of the in-between “We the Isolationists” series urges folks from any part of the world to share a brief diary starting with “I close my eyes

Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Ankita Jha] I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona... and I see all the ways I have not seen my city and myself. I see people hugging monotony, and also each other. I can see mornings turn into afternoons and evenings turn into static nights. I see my mind accept and reject and retaliate and when it fails, I know I don't need to rush. Because for the first time in a very long time, life isn't about proving yourself every day, it's simply about surviving, and knowing that chocolates are your best friends on bad days. “We the Isolationists” series urges folks from any part of the world to share a brief diary starting

Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Hashmita Tekchandani] I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona... and I see myself studying continously for hours in months of summer, attending OPD hours, listening to patients, working between the shifts, in the shifts, after the shifts, going through files of patients, noting vitals, signing attendance registers, writing log books, listening to chief complains, assessing gait patterns, movements, range of motion, strength and tightness while my other friends enjoyed beach vacations, mountain tracking with cool glasses, beer and wine making memories and there was i making notes, writing down medicine, tracking over the diagrams, noting prescriptions, diagnosing, treating, explaining theories, making ppts and presenting it to class. Munching continuously over wafers, chocolates, icecreams, fryums,

Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Akanksha Satija] I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona... and I see all the moments i have never lived in. All the times I would go with my friends to a monument and do something weird and get thrown out. or the calls i would make after getting drunk. these sometimes are happy times. other times, i see death and destruction, lives that are already lost because of human greed, houses burnt because we wanted. and somewhere in the middle of these times, i see a grey void and that is when i am okay. “We the Isolationists” series urges folks from any part of the world to share a brief diary starting with “I

Our corona diary. [Text and photo by Priyanka Elangbam] I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona... and I see my friends eating bora and drinking chai at a local food stall, gossiping about everything useless. I see my family having a loud dinner, with the news in the background. I see my classmates swimming in the pool of the new resort, with a lousy band playing over the stereo. I see my anxious self writing a book review, inside my supervisor's lab, thinking about how everything seemed too good to be true. This, too, shall pass. It's just a dream. A bad one. “We the Isolationists” series urges folks from any part of the world to share a brief diary starting