Maushumi Deori

15th June 2020. 3:00 PM.I checked the internet connection yet again. A drizzle had started outside. Haggling with God not to send another power cut my way, I peeped into my sister’s laptop beside me. It was a back-up in case mine acted up. The next 30 minutes were crucial.

The Van Heusen business suit lay on the bed, neat, crisp, both strange and comforting. The dark fabric commanded respect, it evoked a sense of the familiar, a promise for new beginnings. As I ran my fingers across the beautifully tailored threads, a shiver ran through me, my mind raced