I want to Walk, by Ambika Pandit, New Delhi
Nothing in life, not even the fear and gloom of a pandemic, can dampen her spirits and her resolve.
Chlorine, Class, and Corridor, by Bidisha Chandra, Kolkata
The infected family members were already quarantined on the fourth floor of my house.
One Single Breath, by Udita Gowdety, Hyderabad
My friends, ten of them, had decided to come over to my place after our finals were over.
We Live for Each Other, by Tamorish Kole, New Delhi
. . . from crisis comes learning, and from adversity comes opportunity.
Full Circle, by Charu Mathur, Pune
I could empathize with what Madhavi was feeling– the roles had changed, but the situation was the same.
Changing Perspective, by Gayatri Sharma, Guwahati
I enjoyed drifting into not having to speak to anyone for days and allowed the phone to keep ringing, fearing that I wouldn’t be able to make conversation.
Unsaid, by Subhasree Basu, Kolkata
As I was trying to fathom how the residents were negotiating the double blow of the pandemic and a natural disaster, a young girl, about ten years old, came running out from her house.
A Moment of Epiphany, by Rahul S. Chatterjee, Shillong
The road that I have been driving down for years through erratic traffic, the associated honking and city lights, was eerily quiet, dark and empty.
Quarantime, by Anogh Acharya, Manipal
Depression consumed the heart, Darkness consumed the soul;
Walnuts From Kashmir, by Sabir Sayed, Mumbai
The sound of his voice took me into a flashback to last March, when so many migrants were stranded here…
Keep Reinventing, by Suvonil Das, Kolkata
It was the end of April, 2020. India was completing its second month of complete pandemic lockdown.
I Look in the Mirror, by Madhumita Paul, Kolkata
While my career was put on hold, my journey as a mother took a definitive turn.
The Silver Linings, by Laldinpuii HK Fente, Aizawl
For the first time ever, we have a relaxation therapy video doing its rounds in Mizo, the local language. Ah! It's one world!
Living with my Mother, by Monica Shie, Kolkata
The winter solstice marks my mother’s 89th birthday. I have watched her accept her dependent role.
2020, by Pradeep Kumar, New Delhi
There is no work in the tourism industry, but helping gives me hope and satisfaction.
Please Cancel It, by Aliza Parvin, Kolkata
. . . and I could notice a relaxation in those faces, like all the stress and pressure flying away leaving the blissful expressions.
Khaana Chahiye? (Do you need food?), by Swaraj Shetty, Mumbai
while u sleep tonight, thousands sleep hungry in the city that never sleeps
A Reminder to Self, by Rashmi Saha, Kolkata
I had to be strong, and I was ... But there was something happening beyond my understanding.
Including Zayde, by Sanjay Kumar, New Delhi
“You are not one of us. You are not aligned to those in power. You don’t belong here.”
Attitude of Gratitude, by Debolina Sen, Kolkata
Though it's usually impossible for me to stop my mind from ticking, I hardly had time to reminisce and reflect upon things.