Dusk - Sudiptaa Bhattacharya The sky, Change its form. I sit alone, On a roof by norm. Just as a ritual, As they fly casual. They are the birds, That passed, bidding adieu, To the day.
The year 2020, was really a black whole. Since mid March, there existed lockdown due to Covid. Everything became in online mode, no going out , the only place of refreshment was the rooftop. Initially,it was quite relaxing as I could stay at home throughout the day and night but with time it became suffocative, my mind got clumsy within the four walls, and the online mode of college classes, tuition classes, dance classes (both teaching and learning), Workshops, programs and meeting friends over virtual medium led me to screen fatigue. My body was full of energy as there was no job to burn out physically but I got mentally fatigued, a tremendous amount of monotony engulfed me. So, in October just before Durga Pujo when the situation was a little bit in human favour we decided to plan a short tour of a day, without a night stay and with all kinds of safety measures. Finally we decided for Bakkhali and it was quite a special place for me because my parents made...