There cannot be a lock down on creativity, I realized. For the first time since 1993, I was forced to stay at home. The photographer in me always finds an excuse to go out in search of people and places. And not to mention nature.
So this time too I ventured out with my camera, and the result is this lock down series. Not every day. I would step out once in a week to capture the ebb of social activity, the distress of migrant workers and the forlorn cityscapes. 
At home, I looked around for lives around me. Suddenly there were a flock of birds. And then more.
As an artist, I realize one can find lot of activities-mundane, you might call them–even at home. The power of documentary photography lies in finding stories in nooks and grannies and everywhere.