Much of Ayodhya though, seems to be blissfully unaware of the gravity of the pandemic. "Why are you not wearing a mask," I asked a gentleman who had come all the way from Madhya Pradesh's Indore for the Ram temple ceremony.
The special screening this morning was for acid attack survivors from the cafe in Lucknow.
For 13 days now, my father has been up on a wall at home, and his memories have haunted me no end.
It has been a month on the road now. I have been shifting from one part of Jharkhand to the other, covering the five-phase Assembly elections here, a state with just 81 assembly seats but also a state where one single party has almost never had an absolute majority government.
For Cyclone Hudhud, these villagers are bracing for the worst but say it can't be worse than Cyclone Phailin perhaps.