Creative cooking is out of the window as the drudgery of unsupported life in confinement takes over This column nearly did not get written because I was running two days behind the calendar.
Coronavirus-driven lockdowns and curfews are merging days and dates into a hazy, continuous today. Yesterday and tomorrow do not matter as much.
There is no Monday or Friday, there is, as someone wrote, only this day and that day. I find that writers whose copies I edit, even those ordinarily given to punctuality, have slipped.
When I ask them about the delay, they invariably say, oh you know, I was cooking or cleaning. The lockdown has left middle-class Indians unprepared for life unsupported.