During the lockdown, funerals became terrifyingly solitary, with only a handful of immediate family allowed. It's debated because the collective, public mourning our rituals are built around was just erased overnight. What stays with me is the specific silence—I watched my thatha's *sanchayana* on a shaky video call from my Hyderabad flat, my aunt counting just five people there. That pixelated, lonely pyre is why I'll always feel the debate isn't about policy, but about stolen goodbyes.
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