The New Reality
Our neighbourhoods are back to life and we are rediscovering what our hands can do. Forgotten arts are finding their artisans. There’s magic in the parks and the streets are bubbling with the sound of laughter again.
Our neighbourhoods have once again become our place of comfort. Whether it is the neighbourhood Kirana shop or the roadside vegetable seller, we find comfort in the familiar. When our world becomes a lot smaller, we learn to treasure those who are a part and parcel of it.
Whether it is Dalgona coffee or Banana bread, we are all working with our hands to craft unique culinary experiences. We are using our hands and pouring our hearts into homemade creations, rediscovering the joys of craftsmanship. We are learning to do more with less and inspiration lies nearby.
Feet on the grass
With malls and other places of entertainment shut down for almost over a year now, people are heading out into the lung spaces of cities again. Whether it is driven by nostalgia for childhood picnics or the need to get out of our homes and away from our screens, the parks are full again.
It is perhaps optimistic to think that we will continue to remain hood bodies once things return to normal.
We are a civilization of explorers and wanderers after all. Nevertheless, we may return to our old ways of being with a newfound respect for our homes, our neighbourhoods and most of all the people who became a part of our small world for a strange period of our lives. We will also undoubtedly find ourselves in awe of what our hands, our minds and our hearts can accomplish when we are left to our own devices. May the parks never go silent again.