Mist dawns in Patna, a city I skipped visiting until an unforeseeable future and is far from the city I belong to and one I am quarantined to by a stroke of luck. It is not even winter, but shivering is held in the photographs I browse and swipe up and down on a social media platform.
Quarantined, I saunter across the bridges to the world outside, built by others using photographs and odd news.