Fourteen months of the pandemic seems to have exhausted all we can do to keep busy and to keep our spirits up. The cakes have been baked, ‘clicked’ and ‘shared’. We have read incessantly. We have ‘zoomed’ out of video calls and conversations demand energy that I no longer seem to have. Every day brings news that I feel unequal to dealing with. The deep bonds I have built with people over five decades somehow have transformed into tiny grief points daily. The pandemic has become one of grief and despair.

Until last month, I was a ‘barely’ informed person. Sure, I read books but news left me cold. A psychologist may trace my lack of interest in the newspaper to my annoyance of it being the curtain in morning conversations with my father and my husband. I did skim the newspapers, read Inshorts, and the drivel that pours from Whatsapp because I had to. However, in the last one month, the news has been so overwhelmingly distressing that I have given up reading the newspaper, disabled the News tab on my laptop and try my best to not even read messages on various WhatsApp groups. And yet, it was a message on my Scrabble group that infused energy and hope on so many levels.

The Scrabble group comprises individuals tied by a love of the game. The age of the most impressive player is possibly still in single digits. Being placed against him, in any tournament, makes me quake with fear! When they decided to hold an online tournament to honour the memory of a member we recently lost to Covid, I felt compelled to cancel work and join.

So glad I did! It was four hours of pure joy. Winning or losing does not matter when you are in the middle of the game. I felt so glad to belong to a community that cares – people who gave up their time to organize a memorial, to donate their time and energy to bring joy to others. The group always serves as a safe zone – the people are polite, respecting boundaries, not adding unnecessary drivel, and are always positive and kind.  And yesterday, they helped me realize that while we don’t control the tiles we pick from the bag, the board and the community are there to support us.

By connecting to an ‘a’ on the board, the letters of d-e-s-p-a-i-r can be made to spell PARADISE. That is enough.