THE time will inevitably come when we are able to look back on the current pandemic with mixed emotions – a mixture of horror and despair, and in all too many cases, a sense of bereavement.
Stories of uncommonly blue skies over New Delhi and Lahore. Of fresh air in Beijing. Of wildlife proliferating, of vibrantly hued flowers blooming with renewed vigour, of birdsong bursting forth in milieus where it had long been drowned out by the discordant symphony of mechanisation, and in some cases of animals setting out to investigate the built environment that has long encroached on their natural habitat.