You are Anita write an informal letter to your friend explaining to her about one of the most unusual experiences you had during lockdown .
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dear friend
20 July.
Monday
7 23
If someone asked me, my answers would be monosyllabic. Food wasn't something I liked to talk about. That is, until last week. I get it now. The superficial -- What are you eating? Is that all? -- masks the essential (I'm thinking of you). If friends ask me now, I answer in earnest: Khichdi. Bread. Potatoes, yes, again.
My timeline is now full of photos of self-prepared meals and recipes. I read them, uselessly. Most ingredients are missing from our kitchen. There's a grocery store right outside, a dairy across the road, and a bakery every few yards. But the lockdown was only announced at 8pm, when it was scheduled to start at midnight. We'd been self-isolating for a week already, and supplies were so low that, along with the rest of the city, I panicked.
My mother tried to dissuade me from going out, but I went anyway. It was a mistake. I had to choose between keeping a safe distance and getting hold of any food. A few mini-packs of soy milk and some buns were my only prize, the latter thanks to a baker who had recognised me.
I had a bar of real soap tucked away, thankfully. I'd bought some off a woman I know online as the Alt Prime Minister. An Alt Sarkaar (shadow government) was formed on Twitter, with ministers who would announce measures to which the actual government ought to have paid attention. Vidyut was elected Alt Prime Minister via an online poll. Aside from digital activism, she also makes soap, giving each bar an interesting name. What I have now is "Black Day", a bar of black soap made on Dec 11, 2019, the day the government passed the Citizenship Amendment Act (CAA).
Don't worry, Modi tells
thank you your bestie
Anita
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