Scorched hand (Love in the Time of Plague)

Paramita Mukherjee Mullick

-Paramita Mukherjee Mullick


No cars on the road, no honking, no sound.
No hawkers, all shops closed, silence around.
The husband and wife doing household chores together.
Scrubbing the utensils and polishing the sofa leather.
Very tedious in the Indian scenario, quite a feat.
In addition, sanitizing repeatedly to Covid defeat.
In the midst of this, a bowl of boiling lentil on the wife’s hand falls.
The husband is perturbed, he immediately a doctor calls.
No doctors available for home visit during such a time.
Medicines prescribed on whatsapp should be fine.
The hand is burning but for another reason she is troubled,
Her husband has to look after her and his work load is doubled.
The man who has never said, “I love you” but his actions scream love.
Went on caring for his wife besides household cleaning, wearing gloves.
Work from home from morning to night without a gap.
But caring for his wife, keeping on the scorched hand a tab.
Their love story no Historian will ever write, nor has it any fizz.
Being there for each other, that is what love is.

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