I walked in the near emptiness yesterday. Streets that have been friends for years looked at me with apprehension as I waited on sidewalks for people to pass on the far side. This, a city of ten million, was deathly quiet in what should have been the evening rush hour. I crept past a pushcart vendor selling tomatoes and greens. A motorcycle crept past me. When I got back home, I realized I had forgotten to check if the air felt cleaner, if there were more birds, if the sky was brighter. If the chai shop at the corner was open.
It is the third week of the lockdown. Only the third week.
masked city –
like kohl, your questions
darken my eyes
Curfew: Day 15