The second dark COVID of my soul is here except it doesn’t feel quite as dark. I feel stupid and it is peaceful.
Surviving my second COVID-19 bout in 3 months, an evaporation of fears. From the dungeon of despair to finding trust & purpose.
My post-COVID reflections in autorickshaws confront privilege, embrace Mumbai’s diversity, discover shared poetry transcend languages.
From COVID grip to recovery, my journey unveils lessons in patience and gratitude. Navigating health challenges and finding kindness in unexpected places.