After 8 months of the new normal, pandemic fatigue hits hard. I often ask myself – what’s the point? Does it matter if I smile? Does the world stop spinning because I’m too sad to put pen to paper? Do birds stop chirping and oceans screech to a thunderous halt, because I feel hopeless?Continue reading“Sunshine and stars.”
The voice said, “She’s dead, Pavi. Your paati is gone.And she’s never coming back.”
My tummy hurt. I was 11, and this was my first brush with death.