It was late. I was tired. Relieved to find an autorickshaw, I quickly climbed in. On the way home, Ravi and I struck up a conversation. He told me about his five-year-old daughter, and how he had once owned a little footwear shop. But then demonetisation happened. To rid himself of old currency, Ravi gave his savings of Rs eight lakh as an advance to his supplier of raw materials. The supplier took the money and disappeared. Soon after, Ravi had to close down his shop. He became the driver of a rented auto. Then Covid-19 struck. Already struggling to provide for his wife, daughter, and elderly parents, the pandemic—again—snatched away his income, saddling him with debt; it stripped away his sense of security; and most palpably, his hope.