Letters To Koko

Dearest Koko, These are really strange times that we are living in. I am both happy and sad that you have to witness this at such a tender age. A new virus has decided to stake claim upon this world and it is not sparing anyone. The COVID is what humanity’s worst nightmare is made up of. A lot of people have lost their lives already and we do not have a cure for it yet. The WHO have declared it as a pandemic and people around the world are very scared. So are you, my little human and there is nothing wrong in being a little scared. At these times, being scared is perhaps the most legit feeling ever. As we are quarantined and trying to make sense of this weirdness, something beautiful is also happening. Neighbors are chitchatting and actually asking about one another’s well being, family and friends are making time to call each other and have conversations, people are dusting their old guitars and breaking into a tune, some are painting or trying out origami, the waft of ...

Hi Koko, It’s been such a long time since I wrote to you. I have just been reading my earlier posts and think how much you’ve grown up through these mere months. I have been meaning to write this note for quite some time, but just never got around doing it. So much has changed within this time. So your father and I were on this cleaning spree where I think we threw more than half our belongings in a bid to only stick on to things that spark joy in us. Clean as my home is now, I feel quite empty inside when I open my cupboard and see lined up clothes instead of my previous mess, when I know my favorite black lace top is not there anymore. I just realized that you are so much like me when you cried yourself to sleep three nights in a row for a blue sweater with three teddy bear heads sown on top. I am sure some less privileged kid is enjoying the sweater now, you know it too, but still you long for it. Your father does not understand this behavior. It’s not selfishness, it’...