Come back home together
Most parts of the country and the state were still under lock-down, as the count of Covid cases increased by the day.
He woke up early that morning – these days due to the cautious curfews he had been waking up earlier than usual. As he dressed for work, he wondered, ‘How am I going to make it through this month? God, help us.’
He had a little shop, about two streets down from his small but happy home. He had strived, had strived hard, to keep his home a happy place. However, these were tough times. Sales were low, customers hardly showed up, but nevertheless, he would be present at the shop for as long as the curfew was lifted.
He needed to; he needed every little penny that he could possibly earn. He had the commitments that any father would – to take care of his wife’s medical expenses, to get his youngest daughter married into a well-settled family, to buy a random little toy for his two grandchildren once in a while, just to see their faces light up as they called out to him, ‘thatha.’
And so, he waved goodbye to his wife at the door, as she remarked, ‘I’ll ask Bennix to bring you lunch and you can both come back home together,’ with a smile.