The sky changed colour, early this year
When 21 strangers, many to themselves
Peaked out of small zoom windows
To mirrors of their own emotions -
Anxiety, anticipation, curiosity
With a dash of shyness
Oblivious to the stories waiting to breach the wall over the next 30 days
Prompted by hosts - the graceful Natasha and effervescent Raju
We soon poured over, on the first gentle tap
Waiting as if we were on the lip of a precipice
Speed writing from our daily, stratified lives
We dug and brushed out
The relics, the ghosts and ourselves
Letting out with cautious abundance
In quivering yet clear voices
Words eager to meet melting faces and slightly moist eyes
Then came the weekly prompts
To amble through more vistas
Some forgotten, some hidden
Some dark, some furrowed
Some joyous and fun
The feedbacks were dope
And soon an addiction
An encouragement, a validation
That we could convey
Our heart’s whispers
In ways that others got
And letting out
We flapped our wings to soar
You said it, Ashutosh!!