Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona

Winter is different for each of us! The churning continues... sometimes frothy, sometimes dark, bubbling and boiling, slowly, quietly.

Tales are sometimes spilled beyond the printed words. Piu wonders about the bedtime tales that started and travelled to come back again.

Piu recounts the story of a tiny green tree and a name that remained over years, in her series Letter to Myself During the Days of Corona.

Ringggggg.....the bell...tiffin time. The real spirit of the school is felt during that tiffin time. Piu peeps into a tiffin box of the bygone days.

For a change, let the picture say it all! Piu jotted down some thoughts which just came along as she wrote her letter to herself.

Alphabets make words....but each alphabet is a word itself.

Land of Soviet in the City of Kolkata.

Like Boisali's tapestry, families are woven together. In the midst of their shared celebration and lonely wait, Diwali comes and leaves quietly.