We have a chance to mount a response to covid-19 that would qualify as good rather than shoddy It was dawn. She was swinging her hands shoulder-high, getting an empty jhola (cloth bag) in each hand to flutter like a flag in the wind.
Her long strides were like spot jumps. Not a soul or vehicle was in sight for miles visible on that stretch of the highway. It was the 12th day of the lockdown.
Even as we neared each other, she did not interrupt her routine. She was no older than 10, perhaps 11. I called out thrice before she stopped and looked at me.
I tried Hindi, “Kahaan jaa rahi ho?" (Where are you going?). “Khaana, subzi lene" (to get food and vegetables), she responded, as an equal. “Akeli kyon jaa rahi ho?" (Why are you going alone?),