Despite the air of hopelessness and some bad days that shall not be named, we made it through six months of Coronavirus. PJs, lipstick, and sometimes fresh cherries as earrings formed the bulk of my wardrobe.
And also, flowers took me through. Lots and lots of them. 2020 began with me seeking out flowers - on street corners, in our landscaped apartment lawns, and on walks. And now, they are everywhere. I am so blessed.
Pajamas, a jacket thrown for the consistent Bangalore chill, and a generally serious face while a giant Champaca flower solemnly sits on the ear.
