It’s Day 13 of lockdown. Life here in Mumbai has assumed a new rhythm and the tempo has slowed way down. The nights are still beautifully quiet — no auto-rickshaws buzzing here and there like agitated hornets; no joyriders tearing around on modified motorcycles; no speed fiends in souped-up cars with thumping subwoofers.
Last night was pretty wild. We came off a Zoom call to find the world in disarray. Our street, which for the past few days had been as ghostly quiet as a neighbourhood in the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone, was suddenly full of braying traffic. Masked pedestrians carrying bulging tote bags scurried like bandits between the vehicles, bathed in the red glow of brake lights.