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Bangalore, April 2020.

The world finds solace standing six feet apart and I seek mine in the uneasy rhythm of meal times and content chasing. I say hello to my neighbour and to the cat who curls up on the watchman’s chair. Moments slow down, forcing me to see things of no consequence. How many fruit does a bat eat in a night? Do fallen flowers turn into stars in the night sky? 

As today slips into tomorrow, slips into the next day, familiar spaces begin to feel surreal, as if I am walking through the pages of a storybook. My mind starts to highlight the drama of the everyday mundane, writing its own plot. 

Outside, the world is still on a long break. 

Searching for a starting point to write a new chapter. 

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