“G

od is angry with the world,” my driver Bhima told me sombrely, as the lockdown began. This period has piloted a metamorphosis in life. Before the lockdown, I led an active professional life, working 12 hours a day and travelling 10 days a month on work. Now, I’m grounded.

Domestic helps are not permitted in our apartments, my full-timer happened to be on leave, so I’ve managed on my own. From 10am to 1pm, I attend to domestic chores. I’ve learnt to make eggs, boil milk, use a water filter, clean the dishes, sweep and mop floors, wash and dry clothes. I can even make decent yoghurt. Sure, I have over-boiled the