Unsure of what to make of people with masks on, as I observe them at the airport, as we speak. It's not the first Indian sighting of such sort. The last was on Delhi's streets alone, a few months ago, alarmed as they were with the Capital's much-advertised pollution levels. Although having spent some time on the same streets, the respiration didn't seem volubly of a heightened degree to call for personal panic. But then again, who knows; until you experience it for longer.

Maybe the Ninjas I notice with their faces covered in white, and only their Kathakali eyes pointed at people around, are wondering with a fair degree of judgment: "Boss, you're hanging around in the open, with no outer olfactory filters — you can be a little bit more concerned, right?" Right. We're obviously talking about possibilities of someone carrying Coronavirus — or what reads like brand-name for an end-year rave, COVID-19 — passing on their infection to all and sundry.