Day I
Woke up to a sense of wry curiosity about what would happen now
But first a bit of background. Last night the Prime Minister of India announced 21 days of lockdown in a nation-wide effort to break the cycle of COVID-19 infections. With the kind of population density that this country has, social distancing is the first, final and only bulwark against a tsunami of infections and deaths. India has neither the healthcare infrastructure nor the social services net to absorb the devastation that would be caused by community transmission of the dreaded coronavirus. Hence, the lockdown…
So this is Kailash, a beautiful two-storeyed tiled roof house in a picturesque corner of DSSC, Wellington – inhabited by a bright 16 year old girl, a spoilt 7 year old female German Shepherd and 43 year old yours truly. With all the staff away, we three women have the run of the place – sprawling, singing and eating wherever and whenever the fancy takes us.
Once the euphoria of all this privacy wore off, I spent most of the day counting and re-counting how many days would my stock of milk, eggs and most importantly chicken last since Ginger eats nothing else. All the calculations gave me a headache and so I ended up making some hibiscus tea and thought I might as well tackle the intricacies of Raag Jaunpuri.
Will continue with my calculations tomorrow…
Crumbs on my Notebook 