
But now doctors here are warning us that the virus is more contagious, and the chances of getting help are so much worse than they were during the first wave. Like many other places, we had a strict lockdown last year. My part of town, South Delhi, is now hushed. I’m sure millions of people have felt this way, but I’ve started imagining symptoms: Is my throat sore? What about that background headache? Is it worse today?


I’m afraid to check my phone and get another message about a friend who has deteriorated.

I try to stay positive, believing that is one of the best immunity boosters, but I find myself drifting in a daze through the rooms of our apartment, listlessly opening cans of food and making meals for my kids, feeling like my mind and body are turning to mush.
