Fuse Beads, by Amy Hill, Project Director
The gentle press of an iron through waxed paper binds the beads and makes the shapes complete, whole, fused.
Hydroxychloroquine, by Parul Wadhwa, Digital Storytelling Workshop Co-Facilitator
She was armored
With mask and disinfectants
Stitching and sowing flimsy mosquito nets
Life to Life, by Antara Raychaudhuri, Project Associate, Kolkata
With my store’s transactions going online, my “Lockdown Short” selected for online film festivals, and me creating ‘healing dance’ videos, I was content in my own locked-up world.
The Healer, by Samira Bhattacharya, Project Associate
He has had passengers who were upset for various reasons, and he takes them through new routes for refreshments and delight to the eyes. Maybe, in some way, their hearts might absorb new air and get mended?
We Rise by Lifting Others, by Olivia Mondal, Project Associate
People around our neighborhood started becoming fussy around the doctor. We were worried not only about him, but about his grandmother. Slowly people started losing their minds.
My Family, My Safe Space, by Rekha Sarma, Project Associate
My mother understands. She says, “We have made her capable of this, so she is doing what she always wanted, what we wanted; we have to support her.”
In Body or Spirit? by Sanjukta Sarkar, Project Associate
Somehow life seemed very fragile. Could we really ever return to the way things were, pre-COVID? Did we want to? Moving on, what intentions would I want to hold myself accountable to?