Coping with the givens of adulthood: a pandemic in my 20’s (Part VI)
Part 6: The Final Chapter I grew up in Assam. And around every Assamese New Year, like a loyal but merciless relative, the Bordoisila (monsoon winds) greets the plains with loud and lofty disruption. The morning after comprises debris of a year gone by– uprooted flora, displaced rooftops, wilted harvest. On the first day of…
