Nominated | Book Awards 2021 | Creative Writing in English (Fiction & Poetry)
Lockdown Liaisons is a collection of short stories, from the varying perspectives of both men and women – young and old, brave and cowardly, cheerful and weighed down – each story a unique offering from a writer who understands how very fragile human relationships can be as they break, suffer and are redefined under trying circumstances.
Explore, read and understand the subterranean world of shifting emotions during Covid-19, through stories that will speak to you. In these pages there is an elderly woman who lives alone in a building who can’t bear her nosey neighbours, a migrant worker who has to make a tough choice as he gets ready to walk hundreds of uncertain kilometres homewards, the Bollywood star who is stuck in his lavish weekend home and raves and rants to no avail, a couple whose wedding plans unravel due to the uncertainties of the times, a special little boy and how he negotiates his intimate relationship with Ganpati during lockdown, and a man who finds true love at a juice stall near his office — in the days before the lockdown starts — but, then, ends up alone at home with his parents, writing letters to a lover who will never read them. And many more. But what binds these stories together is love. These are stories that show how Covid-19 is affecting the hearts of hundreds of people as they struggle to make sense of altered circumstances, of the ‘new normal’ that will emerge in a post-Covid world.
Shobhaa De is a widely read author and columnist. She is known for her outspoken, irreverent views, making her one of India's most respected opinion shapers. Her writings have consistently chronicled her deeply felt socio-political-cultural concern
People think I have gone mad… and that I’ve have always been mad.
They may be right. Why? Because when I tell them ‘My loom talks to
me’ they laugh and don’t believe me! But it does. It has always talked
to me, from the time my grandfather asked me to sit by his side and
showed me what he was weaving for a ‘dulhan’. I was six or seven
years old at the time. I was totally mesmerised… I practically fell into
a trance. As if I was seeing a divine vision. I could not take my eyes
off my Abbaji’s fingers as they deftly moved and moved and moved,
on that ancient, wooden loom, which had been in the family for five