Had to take a loved one for an urgently-need CT scan yesterday. The machine had broken down. Guys from the scan company struggled outside work hours to get it back up and running. Thank you, whoever you are.

Local medicine shop guys here in North Delhi are working to secure supplies from their distributors, and their underpaid staff running around the city to get what they can. Thank you, whoever you are.

Someone’s bringing buckets of khichdi and sabzi—I mean buckets—to ashram for the elderly up the road, in Civil Lines. Thank you, whoever you are.

Friends who are doctors have barely slept in a week, and have kept working despite being ill. I know there are tens of thousands of doctors, nurses, lab staff, ambulance staff, support staff, doing the same. Thank you, whoever you are

I know cops have done everything in their power to keep some semblance of order. I know one is at work though he’s lost both his parents to Covid in the last week. Thank you whoever you are.

And so many hundreds of thousands doing their jobs when everything has broken down, thank you whoever you are.