avatarPriyanka Srivastava

Summary

The content reflects an observation of a city slowly returning to normalcy amidst the ongoing need for pandemic precautions, capturing the hope and adaptation of its inhabitants in what is now referred to as the "New World."

Abstract

The author provides a poignant depiction of a city cautiously emerging from the quiet of a pandemic-induced slumber. Despite the lingering requirement for masks, the familiar city sounds are gradually resurfacing. Through a blend of poetic prose and a personal anecdote, the author paints a picture of resilience, noting that the current state of physical distancing and the melancholy it brings will one day be a memory. The piece is a testament to the collective effort to adjust to the new normal, with a glimmer of hope that this phase will eventually pass. The author also extends gratitude to Suntonu Bhadra for hosting this reflection on the adaptive process within the context of the digital age.

Opinions

  • The author observes that the city, while still bound by pandemic restrictions like mask-wearing, is beginning to regain its vibrancy.
  • There is an underlying hope and perseverance among the city's inhabitants, as they strive to live and thrive in this altered reality.
  • The author acknowledges the emotional toll of social distancing, yet remains optimistic about a future without this kind of sadness.
  • The personal sketch shared by the author serves as a metaphor for the delicate balance between maintaining safety measures and the desire to return to pre-pandemic routines.
  • Gratitude is expressed by the author to Suntonu Bhadra for providing a platform to share these musings.
  • The reference to "Paper Poetry" suggests a yearning for tangible, authentic experiences in an increasingly digital and impersonal world.

The New World

an observation in the new world

illustration by Author Singapore August 2020

the city is waking up quietly there’s a noise now and that usual chatter. for now I let the poems write about that distancing. one day there won’t be any space for this kind of sadness.

I did this sketch last weekend when we were out, we still need to wear mask, but the noise is back in our city. It’s not easy but we are trying our best to live in this New World with a hope in our heart that this too will pass.

Thanks Suntonu Bhadra for this space for my scribblings

Poetry
Singapore
Paper Poetry
Illustration
Quarantine
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