“Aren’t you hungry?” is the question most wives ask, when they are about to serve dinner or lunch, and “What’s for dinner?” is the reply given by most husbands.

  ‘What’s for dinner,’ means that if the food is interesting enough then I am hungry enough to eat, and ‘are you hungry’ implies that if your hunger pangs have started then you will eat whatever is on the table.

They say that in true love you lay yourself open.

Truly that is a fact. I had got onto a helicopter at Manhattan, which would fly high above the skyscrapers and show us a different view of the New York skyline, from high up in the air. From above not below as we normally picture the scene. Along with me and a friend who was coming along, there was a young couple onboard who had also booked a ride on the helicopter and as I looked with awe at the magnificent view, I was also aware of the lover couple in the cabin.

With the state of the economy plummeting, and money needed to handle the running of the country, rumour has it that everything under the sun would be taxed, but I didn’t know how serious it was till I went for my daily jog this morning:

There was a stranger standing inside the park and watching all the people as they walked or jogged by. He watched me disinterestedly as I finished my first round, looked a little more keenly when I did my second and then put a tick on a piece of paper when I finished my third.

I opened the papers to glamorous pictures of a famous couple and headlines about their wedding at Jodhpur and their stay at the Taj Mahal Hotel in Bombay. But what made me sit up was an item in a tabloid about their chauffeur, who ferried the pair from the airport to the Taj: When asked about the drive, all he said sadly was, "They didn't ask about me!"

I thought of the couple; how they must have got into the Bentley and that hour's drive not even noticing the little man who sat a few inches away!

And as the second wave that mercilessly killed thousands in the country, exhausted the logs of wood in crematoriums, had bodies lying in queue, like they’d never done when alive, muzzled oxygen supply so that men and women could not avail the most basic requirement to live; to breathe, floated bloated bodies on sacred rivers, forcing policemen and soldiers to cover them up in the dead of night so that the press would not get wind of telltale stench, made mockery of vaccine supply so that the highest court of the land had to intercede to balance an equality that had disappeared, and as that second wave after being allowed by default to create such disaster now recedes, politicians rise from the wormwood, where they’d lain hidden from the wrath of their people, and proclaim, “We controlled the second wave!”