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Work from home

My bus comes at 6.15 every day. It is 6.20, and I am waiting. “There is a strike,” a man said, “No bus, taxi, or auto rickshaw today!”  As I walked home, I texted my boss and informed him that I would be working from home. “There are no vegetables,” my wife said, handing me a list which had more than vegetables on it. “Get the rest of the provisions from the shop near the hospital. I have to go to my sister’s house.” Her sister lives in a building next to ours. Walking distance. “While you are at it, you can bathe the children and see that they have their breakfast. No school today because of the strike.” My phone buzzes. It is my boss’s approval for my work-from-home request. I take a deep breath and start working from home.

The Shopkeeper

The Shopkeeper was worried. It had been six months since he had last opened the shop’s shutters. The pandemic and the following lock down devastated small shopkeepers. Hassan’s shoe shop was no exception.After six long months, he and his family, which included his wife, three children, his mother, and a younger brother, had survived on their savings.There was no support from the government. The banks only extended the loan payment deadlines.As he slid up the shutters, his knees buckled. The shop appeared as if an earthquake had hit it. Some wooden shelves had collapsed. Rainwater had seeped through the roof. There were shoes everywhere. Those that remained in their boxes had melted soles. It was a disaster.Hassan sat there for a long time.Finally, he got up and said, “Nothing is going to stop me from surviving!” He started clearing the clutter.