"I started walking in the early morning. Before the sun sets, I return to our village. I walk mile after mile and sell homemade crackers. My husband died 35 years ago. My only daughter is severely ill, and her husband is bedridden too. If I can sell crackers, my family will have something to eat. I can hardly earn 100 Taka (USD 1.5) if I walk the whole day. Some days I cannot move, my feet get swollen, and my eyes hurt. We are not afraid of the virus, but we fear hunger."
– Arati Biswas

Satkhira, Bangladesh