“My husband is in India. I do not know the conditions he is working in. In a foreign land, you cannot complain about the sun or the rain. When he called me last time, he told me he had been admitted to the hospital and his employer denied to pay for his treatment. The hospital’s bills must have been an unnecessary burden for him. I understand his difficulties. The last time he was able to send money home was 4 months ago. With two daughters and a son, life had become difficult for me. Whenever the girls in my neighbour come calling for work, I go with them. Even a few hundred rupees can buy a few days of ration for us. With whatever I earn as wages, I had been keeping aside some money to recharge my phone so that I could call him and ask him about his heart and body. But like they say, ‘where there is poverty, there are problems’. Recently, I lost my phone that my husband had gifted me. So these days, I have been waiting for my neighbour to return from work so that I could borrow her phone. And this arrangement has not worked. It has been over a week, I have not heard his voice and my heart has been telling me strange stories.”