(Circa - Sometime during peak lockdown) We are sitting in a circle; this new circle of friends that has got formulated in recent months courtesy-the pandemic. We are basically a bunch of individuals who look forward to our weekly get-togethers on our building terrace comprising of you guessed it; a handful of us who have got close because of geographical circumstances that the lockdown has forced upon us. We like to tell ourselves that this is the ‘safest’ option we have as of now since we cannot meet any of our other friends in our regular haunts which we used to frequent in otherwise ordinary times. On one such balmy night; I find myself gazing pensively into the calm, inky blue sky and it almost seems like the Mumbai skyline is trying to seduce me with it’s beautiful purple and yellow lights twinkling and swirling all around me. The stars are sparkling. The moon is gorgeous with it’s light shimmering on the water like a promise. I’m abruptly drawn out of this reverie by a sharp nudg...
Writing my way through this pandemic has added sanity and reality to this anomalous daily life. I’ve always been a voracious reader, deep thinker and collector of fleeting, fragile moments; all leading to a whimsical dreamer pursuing a utopian world. Penning down my ephemeral thoughts in this safe bubble which the lockdown has provided me with has helped bring perspective. We all tell ourselves many stories so let’s make room for beautiful ones in what I like to call my inspiration in isolation.