The Sky Changed Colours
Instagram: “It’s raining in Hyd?” “Yes.”
Windchimes, pattering drops on the plastic roof heard from the drenched balcony. The sky's the color of sun that has been wiped by cloudy handkerchiefs.
I look ahead - the glow of my laptop - academic essays -
The sky is lilac. But softer. I could almost feel it. Like a petal on a quivering pond. The furthest on the violet spectrum, closer to fading into white nothingness. A color that holds on for identity, for mere existence.
I look down - Whatsapp, IG, Twitter - the blur: Corona, creativity, quarantine, now trending: hashtags, hashtags, hash hash haichoo: oh shit Corona! - I can hear virtual sneezes: behind the bars of the hashtag, we are virtually prisoners; we are the virtual generation -
The rain has stopped. The trees, and the wind chimes are still. The laptop plays the piano.
The agarbatti breaks the still air. Conversations in the house break the silence -
Ma: “I think again it started पाऊस-ing.”
Raining. पाऊस: Marathi: rain. Written in the Roman script: paus: paus-ing - pausing.
I am Shivani Kshirsagar. My surname literally means Ocean of Milk. My name is a shoutout to the goddess Parvati, the other half of the God of Destruction, Shiva. But on the internet I am Girl With the Mane because my hair is a stubborn bit*h.
4/3/2020 07:15:41 am
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an online archive of diary entries by Asian artists and writers, recording our lives from March to April 2020.