story writing on PANDEMIC AND POOR
the story should cover point like :- loss of livelihood, migration, vulnerability, healthcare, help provided by community and the government.
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Sangita woke up with a start. Another night of restlessness, another overslept morning, another day when her Zoom probably wouldn’t connect to the feeble network and Mrs Sengupta would send her yet another WhatsApp message about commitment to teaching. Sangita’s surname was Mondol and Mrs Sengupta made sure she never failed to remind her that if the game was fair, she would not be teaching at the Naminpur Girl’s College. Her late entry into the Zoom call today would put another nail in Mrs Sengupta’s collection of unpainted talons.
Sangita muttered a few of the choicest words under her breath and decided not to take a shower rightaway, which would further delay her entry into her virtual classroom. Instead, she could always switch off her video and blame it on a bad network. But, more important, she really needed to sort out the thoughts that had been bothering her since the previous week. Or else she might permanently lose her sleep and her balance in life, not to mention her inconsequential ad hoc position as Zoology lecturer at the college.
Wouldn’t that make Mrs Sengupta glad though. She would then be able to fluff the pleats of her sari and sanctimoniously proclaim that she always knew education could only be properly imparted by those of standard or higher birth than a mere Mondol, no matter what the namesake Commission professed.
Could it really be true, what her calculations had determined last week? Sangita had repeatedly gone over the data she had painstakingly collected through various friends, networks and other troublemakers. She had re-applied each formula used, every equation implemented. The results come out the same every time, and they had reduced her to a sleepless mess of a nightmare.
It had all started rather casually with some questions and jokes, leading to more enquiries and friends asking other friends, followed by WhatsApp forwards and unreported anecdotes. It was all meant to be a way to understand which areas in Naminpur needed more relief from the paltry support that was coming from the government. No one in this region could ever claim to have gone beyond the borders of the country, but that did not keep the COVID-19 virus shy of Naminpur.
Three weeks into the national lockdown three patients were found, one of whom died of pneumonia soon afterwards. Thus Naminpur was suddenly in the red or orange or pink – whatever colour that was deemed fit – zone, and all sorts of words were being used to control people’s movements in the area, including quarantine, lockdown, containment, segregation, and what have you.