I had been a silent witness of the massive movement of migrants towards their far away homes. A message from Sangeeta Isvaran, a friend on 20th June 2020, broke that silence. The message said a boy from Assam is on the streets of Coimbatore, the city nearest to where I live. He had apparently asked his employer at the factory for old dues and in return, was asked to move out of the living quarters. The police were chasing him wherever he rested as he was alone and was perceived as a Covid threat to that area. A camp could not be set up for him in a government school as he was not part of a group. He had spent the last 100 rupees he had with him on food. He had spent a night under a bridge. What followed was a microcosm of every thing that is wrong in the world, and perhaps everything that is right.

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