COVID-19 and livelihood
The lockdown had just started. That afternoon, a raggedly old man with a heavy load of corn stacks approached me on a desolate road in our neighbourhood, with his face – and perhaps his whole body – running a sweat. The poor guy had lost his way. He was to deliver the load to a cowshed at Vanasthali, but had landed at Triveni Chowk instead. I tried to put myself in his shoes, only to find that he was barefoot. The responsibility of running a family rested heavily on his head and shoulders growing frail day by day. We offered him water and inquired whether he was hungry. He wanted neither water nor snacks. All he wanted was to find his way to the cowshed and be with his family after getting the heavy load off his back and getting his wage. What surprised me was that this guy did not even have a mobile phone. If he had, he would have called up the cowshed owner and found his way relatively easily, even if he were not that savvy to read the Google map and find the destination. ...