Gray cloudshover over meon a bright spring dayin Seattle. I read the newsof COVID deaths in India as chills run down my spine.What is happening to my country? Eight thousand miles,twenty-four hour flight away,I fight the urge to argue with friends and familyfor taking it light.Masks hanging on their chinslike an old saint’s beard asContinue reading “Only a video call”
It all settled like dust, quickly and quietly. That discomfort of seeing nothing but the inside of your home, of weeks and months merging into one long day, the neverending cycle of your dayjob, cooking, cleaning, laundry with no real break to differentiate them eating at us slowly.