We consume more food than in normal times because, as the debilitating grip of the virus grows stronger, there is no more ordering out or eating out As I write this, I can hear only two sounds—the soft whirring of the fan and birdsong, which is normally drowned out by traffic, relentless even on a Sunday.
I don’t know how to feel. The quietude and the birdsong are welcome but the silence is ominous—end-of-days ominous. I know that the silence will be one of the longest India has ever endured.
It will devastate the economy and sunder millions of lives. These are the cruel dilemmas of life in the times of the coronavirus.