What can a person forced to stay at home possibly do? With going to office suddenly turning passé and stepping out becoming hazardous to health, those trying to break the coronavirus chain through social distancing could well revive the old tradition of writing on their diaries. In our special series, Corona Diaries, New Delhi-based senior journalist Akshaya Mishra captures the subtleties of life and the times we are in.
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More than 1.5 million lives worldwide, more than 1.35 lakh in India. Shocking numbers. And the virus is not done yet. Nearly a year into the pandemic, we cannot even...
The IPL is over, and allowed a bit of melodrama of Hindi films of yore, we could visualise the cricket fan as the heartbroken hero whose ladylove has eloped with...
What after the Indian Premier League is over? Sigh! One dreads even the thought of going there. It will be blankness again. There will be an IPL-shaped hole in the...
Winter is here. You feel it in the early morning nip in the air, the dryness of the skin and the lengthening duration of darkness. It's just the other day...
It's puzzling that the whodunnit genre has not really taken off in India. We love peeling off riddles wrapped around enigmas to discover the truth, don't we? We love to...
Six million up, and nothing in the COVID-19 trajectory assures us that it won't hit ten million in a couple of months. The number of deaths, a few thousands shy...
Finally, the show is on. Players are bulkier, a tad lethargic, and a bit rusty. The stands miss the madness of frenzied fans, and the familiar bewildering melee of sound...
Four million up, and numbers no more shock. Everything else about the pandemic remaining where they were -- no vaccine, no cure, no jobs, no halt to the slide in...
Three million plus, and now sky is the limit. Experts have stopped devising false ceilings after they were breached by the virus every single time. It's okay that we no...
The furiously wriggling worm flung itself inches into the air, crashed on the floor, wiggled some more and went flat as a soggy piece of thread. That was the end...