Getting a bit tired now, of all the advice on how to spend the lockdown. Videos and text messages tell you to get involved with nature, crafts, baking, grooming, spirituality, knitting, concocting infusions and chanting sounds with supposed telekinetic global healing powers. To escape this deluge of social media forwards, I decided to head out today. No –not to break the law but on a genuinely pressing mission – to fill up my monthly prescriptions from the clinic and then get my dog vaccinated. Yes, this is the time of the year she gets her shots and after a lot of internal debate, I decided to get the most crucial ones out of the way.
The roads were largely deserted, shops shuttered and even the street dogs – who Ginger is fond of glaring at through the car windows – seemed missing. A few grocery stores, selling essentials like vegetables and milk were open and we spotted a few private vehicles moving warily along. Police presence at barriers gave us a sense of security rather than evoking fear while grave looking store-owners cautioned customers to keep the mandatory 3-feet distance among themselves.
Returned home with relief and after a good head-to-toe scrubbing, settled down to a hot cuppa. What a strange feeling! I reflected on the unusual scenes on the roads and contrasted them with the panic, mayhem and straight-out tomfoolery happening elsewhere that is beamed on my TV screen as I watch the 9 pm news. Certainly, I shall pray for the multitudes battling COVID-19 but before going to bed, I will not forget to breathe a word of thanks for this peaceful, sensible small hill community in the Nilgiris.