(Continuing a new series of jottings, remembering faces one thought was a part of one’s daily habitat, immediate neighbourhood. Never got to know anything about them or ever spoke to any of them. And now they’re nowhere to be seen.)

LOST IN LOCKDOWN #3: THE NAI UNCLE

He would be more visible on the weekends, visiting his usual round of houses and then giving a call on the streets for those not familiar with his services. Each family had a name for him and the old barber was a Nai Uncle for generic reasons. Hair cut, clipping nails, soft massage he too was a service signpost now serving the third or may be even fourth generation of many families in this colony.[image error]

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