In this short story, Amita Basu shares an engaging tale about illness, its challenges, and its impact on our lives.
On the other side, sagging city buses and sleek SUVs raise dust clouds and honk ceaselessly; here there’s only the hum of the air-conditioner. From the morning room Pugsy barks, anticipating playtime. 48-year-old Sukhi, bent double over her broom, moves dining chairs out of the way and sweeps around towers of Amazon boxes. It was nice sitting home, getting paid for nothing, but her joints got stiff, and her conscience heavy around all her neighbours who’d been fired when lockdown began. It’s nice to be back at work.