It was a lockdown for all. Every open window told us a new story. This was one such story. A little different from yours and mine and under the blind eye of many. This is the story of the 4 crore migrant workers of India. Perhaps not yours or mine, but of the families that waited for their people to come back home. Every morning the sunlit beam through their doors rose hopes in them to see their loved ones safe. This is one such door. Not yours, not mine, but it leads to a home. A home suffering under the rugs of India, abandoned from basic amenities. Perhaps not yours or mine, but somebody’s.

Illustrated by: @shreyashi_chauhan

Image by: @shreyashi_chauhan

Location: Mayan Village, Uttar Pradesh