A Reluctant Blogger

  Episode 2 I remember rushing to my paternal house, bang beside Gariahat market, my husband, daughter and I. We had a long list of items to buy – grocery, meat, fish, vegetables – for the next 21 days. People thronged the market, buying things in bulk. There was a sense of urgency in the air. The stationery shops had a crowd of people in front of them and my husband, Jeet, despaired seeing the queue. “It will take us at least an hour here,” he mumbled. I smiled wickedly at him and called out in a pleading voice to the shopkeeper, “Shambhu da, here is my list. Should I leave it behind with you and go to buy fish? You can keep them ready?” “Sure sister. Just give me the list. I will keep it ready,” he smiled affectionately. He knows me since my diaper days. There are five stationery shops below and opposite my paternal house. They are our tenants. The fish market was overcrowded. “Impossible to get inside,” remarked Jeet, “And I’m sure the prices will be double.” I kep...

It’s been four months now, since the lockdown began. It started a few days after my birthday. We have been hearing about a new virus spreading from China to the rest of the world. However, most of us were hoping that through some miracle or divine intervention, the virus would not spread to India. There were many theories, the most popular one being “It cannot survive in our sweltering hot weather.” Another one was, “We have seen many such viruses. We co-exist with malaria, dengue and the likes. Corona is no match for our immunity.” Well, neither weather nor our immunity could save us or even prepare us for what followed. I am not going to write down any statistics of how COVID-19 struck India, how many were infected initially and how the flat curve during the initial lockdowns became hyperbolic soon after the unlock phases began. Anyone can get the details from Google.   What I want to capture here (so that the memory of this period does not die with me and stays stored in...