INDIA. Delhi. March 28, 2020. I live in a one room apartment on the terrace atop a residential building. Such rooftop apartments are called Barsati (derived from the word Barsat which means rain) It's a very Delhi thing, this way of living and it's dying out slowly. Delhi was always known for its rooftop life. In some seasons especially around August you would see people flying kites from their rooftops, in the winter these spaces would have people soaking themselves in the sun.Iin the last few days with the lockdown, people have come up on the roofs again. I realised that i've been spending time here every day between 5pm and 7 pm to catch the last of the light, the temperature at this time is quite pleasant and this is also an hour when people are usually out. In india most of the day people are inside their homes except in the winter and it is around this time of the evening that they go out for walks, jogs, to shop, and the usual daily routine. Since restrictions were put into place, people have started making their time on the roof as a daily routine. A part of me feels like this work is about me and my rooftop more than anything else. I'm alone here.. I feel curious about other people now that i'm not able to meet my friends etc. a part of me is also feeling a bit voyeuristic wondering from my rooftop if i can look into other people's lives. I can sense that they are doing the same as well.