I had finished the daily chores of lunch and was enjoying the quiet afternoon on the lawn – something that is otherwise impossible with my busy schedule and the bustling highway right across my house. I noticed some people lying in the shade of the trees outside the boundary wall whom I thought were patients. There were seven tired faces sprawled under the shade, trying to quench their thirst and hunger with water from the handpump outside our hospital.
On enquiring, I found that they had cycled from Delhi to reach Allahabad and stopped to take rest – approximately 500 km. I was shocked. They were in deep trouble because of the lockdown, and so I asked them to stay. I went into the kitchen and started preparing food for them. Meanwhile, my mother-in-law heard the clutter in the kitchen, and she joined too. Taking all necessary precautions, I served them food and distributed some masks, and gave them some money for their onward journey. They were very grateful.