Sarah, in profile, at her window
A room in Karachi · 2020

Saving Sarah

Karachi. March 2020.

Sindh is locking down. Sarah is a writer, alone in one room, and her phone just lit up.

Her phone wakes you.

A note to self, one nephew, the news. Pick her thought for the day.

Her day is yours.

8am to 8pm. Empty hours go to the TV. The TV is the villain.

Three bars.

Energy, Calm, Spirit. Pasta feeds one. The roof is free.

She hates jumping jacks.

Miserable today, brilliant tomorrow. Ice cream is the reverse.

Bed by 11:30.

Or she texts you at 7am like a wrung-out sock.

Fourteen days.

Get her out with something left. And one ticket she doesn’t know about yet.

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