• Journaling in quarantine • "I have not heard the birds so aloud and aflight in a long time in Delhi. As we residents of the world stay locked in amidst a global pandemic, the birds, it seems, believe it is the beginning of the world once again when it feels like the end of ours.
But the resilience and ability of human beings to adapt seeped into my understanding just recently. As I read a book in the balcony (of my privilege), I heard my neighbour, a boy my age (who used to throw balloons at me as kids) practice Chopin on the piano - easing the words I read into a vivid visual kept intact by melody, more than my brain cells. I see another neighbour and his wife come up to their terrace with their dog and pass a pink ball to a little girl in the next terrace to play fetch with the dog.
It was the first afternoon of (brief) normalcy that my body experienced since Corona virus left China to find other countries.
It is time, though - our sanity is enshrined in all the things that puncture time and give its passage significance. When free and democratic, we (used to) find moulds and tapes that would smoothen, fix the blemishes of all that puncture our days, our time -- which makes me wonder if all our activities, relationships, material belongings, and circumstances are punctured manifestations of 'time', and if perhaps 'time' is our feelings, our emotions which gather significance, meanings and transformations based on whether they (our feelings) are running away from or towards time?" •