April 2020, Delhi. The sky was clear and the sun was up. It promised to be a pleasant day. I put on the coffee machine to pour out a double shot of dark roast. Picked up the morning newspapers, tucked them under my arm, collected the coffee mug and took the elevator up to the terrace. As the doors opened and I stepped out, the blue sky of my childhood years and the warmth of the comforting sun greeted me. But yet, as I walked to the bench there was a tingling sensation in my spine as if it sensed a message in the eerie silence that seemed to cling to everything. In the still air where nothing moved even the