Author: Sreeyantha

Beyond the Festivities

'Beyond the dark, let there be light.'

In a way, a home quarantine was a blessing and a bane.

A poem inspired by the loss of my sense of smell since I contracted COVID-19.

'How to dry someone’s tears and not be a source of fear'.

'When coats and full sleeves are asked to retire, and when sweaters and scarfs are fired.'

A poem on one year of the pandemic.

From making rock hard and sour buns to making fluffy ciabatta bread and bagels – the whole project has been an enlightening experience.

I decided to go with small tasks to encourage my son to expand his knowledge and skills.

You suddenly feel like you are in a reality show – ‘Fill the cart in 10 minutes’.

A poem on how coronavirus has affected the simple activities of humans.

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