 who are Hindu. And then there is my school teacher, who's my history teacher, and she's also Hindu. She also happens to be the wife of a cop who's serving at the time during the pogrom. And she calls us up one night while we're in lockdown and have very little food left. And she simply says, are you okay? Do you need vegetables? Can I send milk? And it's that tiny act of being seen that means so much to a