Amidst the relentlessness of the Covid-19 pandemic, a call shattered the tranquillity of my power nap. An unfamiliar voice, weighed down by sorrow, whispered, “Brother, our home is demolished.” Before I could utter a word, the line abruptly went dead. It was him — I knew exactly where I needed to be. Without a moment's hesitation, I embarked on a journey, taking the metro and an auto, determined to reach the village of Khori — a place nestled on the border of Haryana and Delhi.