“In December 2020, my whole world came crashing down around me when I lost my ma to Covid”

says Pooja Ganju Adlakha, who, in November 2020 started writing this story which was meant to be about coping with the grief of losing her father, Major Virendra Ganju, in 2016 to Motor Neuron Disease. However, by the time the story could come out, she unexpectedly lost her mother to Covid. In this first-person account, she writes about how, with both her parents gone, she is experiencing a different kind of an empty nest syndrome

“I had to deal with the grief of losing my wife during the 2020 lockdown. I felt very lonely”

says Sunil Kumar, a social worker and an artist based in Muzaffarpur, Bihar, who lost his wife Sarla Siriwas, 33, just a day before the March 22, 2020 Junta Curfew – a day-long lockdown that was announced ahead of the complete lockdown last year to stop the spread of coronavirus. While the whole country was anxious, Kumar was fighting a different battle at a hospital in Muzaffarpur caring for his wife, a social worker and a puppeteer, who had spent most of her life travelling across and living in some of the Adivasi-dominated and Naxal-infested regions. This inspirational story is about how he dealt with the grief of losing her

“Suddenly, while talking to someone over the phone, my grandfather started referring to my father as ‘body’”

says Eshwari Shukla, a journalist, while remembering the day her father passed away in an accident when she was only 13. In this first-person account, she talks about how, initially, it was strange for her to see her mother in a white saree. Her empty forehead would remind her of the sudden vacuum in their lives, but gradually the mother-daughter duo became each other’s silent strength while coping with their common grief

“Losing my mother to cancer and my father on the day of my wedding were the biggest setbacks of my life”

says Gurudas Pai, whose life suddenly changed in the span of four years. He had no option but to face these adverse situations, but, according to him, those intense episodes of darkness were also the best teachers. What keeps him going? It’s a poem by Walter Wintle. Read his first-person account