One of my especially memorable childhood joys was the aam panna – a quintessentially Indian cooler synonymous with summer, and expertly made by my mother from unripe green mangoes.

I find myself wondering, what is right and what is wrong at a time like this? How are we suddenly the gatekeepers of virtual righteousness? 

Now here we are again, right in the eye of the second storm, unable to so much as pass a meal down our throat without a fervent prayer for those with tubes down theirs, and no access to a hospital bed.