By Shlagha Borah
My love for music was passed on to me from my mother. I learned Indian classical music since I was five, or maybe younger. But I hadn’t had the opportunity to go back to my Riyaz, my regular practice in so long because I was overloaded with other work. But I recently came back home from another city, home quarantined for two weeks, and consequently rediscovered my love for classical music, reconnected with my mother. We sang together after months (although from different rooms) and this photograph was my way of documenting these little moments of intimacy.
Shlagha Borah (she/her) is pursuing her undergraduate degree from Lady Shri Ram College for women. She is a regular contributor and Select Writer for Terribly Tiny Tales and has been an editorial intern with Katha Publications. Her work has been accepted and published in various online literary platforms like Ayaskala, Marias at Sampaguitas, Ghost Heart, GroundXero, etc. She is also the co-founder of the student-led collective Pink Freud, that works around destigmatizing mental health issues. Find her on Instagram @shlaghab.
This piece is a part of DISTANCED 3.0.