A mountain trekked on locked down feet

On a turmeric tinged rainy evening, glancing at the creeper perching up through the highest wall, she scribbled in her little brown diary, "a mountain trekked up with locked down feet". She had been spending hours on the high terrace, replete with pink and blue blooms. The world outside was halted in transit, life had...

Pandemic and Cyclone – throwback to a malady

May 2020. This time, this year, is hard to not remember. Bitter, astonishing and no end to maladies. This year, this time, we would love to forget forever. Bottle green moss walls. Knee deep dirt water, the smell of sewage, carcasses and erupting fungus. In the midst of blooming wilderness, there are missing humans everywhere....