Locked alone!
So NZ is in the middle of its 4-week lock-down. I somehow slided into a routine of sorts once the lock-down started – waking up by sevenish, reading the latest on Corona, some mild exercises and as Nitish calls it “open the shutters” by nine. We call our laptop, reference notes, books a dukan (shop). The dukan is a mess but there’s something quite comforting about mess – the familiar marker, the unfamiliar receipt, the sanitizer, the stray sheets of paper, the keys, energy bar wrapper, the three cups of coffee mugs… From then on, the war begins juggling assignments with long periods of failure followed by a small triumph. In the evening I break for a walk to the park and on the way listen to the whispering leaves and sometimes to the tender sound of the violin coming from the brown house. At the park I run watching the familiar and new visitors every evening – families playing soccer, people walking their dog, infants rolling on the grass and stray people like me doi...
