The fearless one
I went to a medicine shop at the local market. It seemed the fear of pandemic was widespread. Not many shops were open. The ones that had open doors did not have any customer except their salesmen sitting with a tired look. It was a desolate scene. As expected, the medicine shop had an opposite picture. There was a queue of about six people standing one after another at a certain distance in between. I was happy that people who were out were disciplined and following the norm of social distancing. At the hour of mental anxiety, people speak in low tone. That adds to the worry. I took my place in the end keeping the tail of the queue. There was some time left to reach the storekeeper. I took out my mobile phone, put off the right glove, and concentrated on responding to my office emails. My time in the market would not be wasted this way. One after another the men and women went ahead and sent their requisition. It was a simple wait and keeping pace with others. I made sure that I didn’