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“How long more do we have to wait here, papa?” “Just a few hours more, beta.” replied Ghanshyam, his head resting on the disheveled duffle bag which contained their clothes. “It’s been nearly a month, papa. Every day you keep ‘Just a few hours more’ and the days have now turned to weeks. I can’t wait to go home and see dadi,” said Amit. The Tribhovandas Bajaj Park was converted into a campsite for all the migrant workers ever since the pandemic began. Thousands were provided a place to camp by the local authorities and volunteers rendered support by offering them food and water. Yet, nothing could compensate the hunger to return home for those thousands encamped at the park that barely measured four hundred meters at its circumference. “Beta, it’s almost eleven o’clock. You should go to sleep now,” said Ghansyham. “I just want to go home and see dadi.”…