Post Covid

So just emerging out of a debilitating 3 month long Covid hangover during which I was in constant pain and unable to walk for more than 7 minutes at a time as the doctor had given strict instructions that I had to stop as soon as the knees felt strain….which was in approximately 5 minutes.

I actually got Covid from my nursing my live in help which meant that there was no help at home either. I only survived it because my son who had come in from Mumbai for a short Holi holiday got to stay on because of the lock down. He took care of everything while I recouped.

Fortunately, someone reached out for volunteers for a story telling session for children affected by Covid, and the enthusiasm and excitement of the children buoyed my spirits for a while. Still trying to get back to my normal work schedule when I get an email that a copy of my book, “The Great Indian Family: New Roles, Old Responsibilities”: Penguin 2006, sold over Amazon Kindle. I shared the news exuberantly on our family WhatsApp group, when the aforementioned son, says sensibly enough, I suppose, that I was “displaying too much excitement” for a few cents. But as I pointed out to him, “It’s not the few cents, it’s that my baby is alive, and still wanted by someone, somewhere.” There is hope.