By the time breakfast was ready, he was hysterical and I was deranged.
I said goodbye to my brother, who wished me luck with eyes flooded with tears, then I left the house, followed by my mother. We took a cab to the airport.
I hardly leave my house, but I had to go there; I was going abroad and needed to be double vaxxed before traveling.
Through the rolled-down window of the cab I saw the myriad hues of a September morning in Delhi slowly returning to the look and rhythms of pre-covid times.
New South Wales, Australia August 1, 2021: It was early Sunday morning, and I was grateful to be outside of the city, watching the sky melt through pastel oranges, pinks and blues, and fill with light. I was with my boyfriend A and his housemate, on the Point Perpendicular lighthouse grounds.
To the email from my employer telling me I’d lost my job, Google offered three suggested replies: