I walk inhaling the morning fragrance through a mask, after a long time.  A child sprints past me, blowing bubbles from a glass. She is not wearing a mask. Somehow, I wish she had stopped to smile at me, or exchange some childish banter. I look back, but she has not noticed my presence. Maybe …

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I see a congenial, smiling face and then the mask drops. A monster emerges. No. It’s not Halloween. I must be dreaming. The behaviour is different, but voices are familiar. Could it be….? Again, the mask drops. I see creatures drowning in a sea of fear. They fold hands, they pray and then exercise extra …

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Home, Sweet Home

Brina Blum on Unsplash be myself is all that matters Home, sweet home.... who gave you rights to intervene in my domain it's my Home ... Sweet Home my heart belongs here the mind feels free to travel everywhere, and then back home -where else? because It's the only place truly mine https://amanpan.com/2020/09/07/eugis-weekly-prompt-home-sweet-home-september-7-2020/

Stories in quarantine

Is the “new normal” really new?  The ideas and lifestyles have all existed before, maybe for a minority.  Conservative Indians are screaming from the rooftops, that leaving footwear outside, washing before eating and following certain rules in the kitchen have been a part of our culture for long, but we had given it up for …

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