There may be so many casualties to COVID19 like crashing economies, loss of jobs, deaths, overflowing hospitals and inadequate protective and testing equipment. Fortunately, none of them have touched me. But I have suffered a major personal loss---my bald pate. It is something I have nurtured carefully fir years no decades. A lot of people have actually fooled into believing I have lost all my hair, -- at least on my head. Now that deception, alas, is over. Mercifully hardly anyone other than my wife daughter and the dogs has seen it thanks to the COVID19 lockdown I don’t think the dogs care much about it but my wife and daughter are sadly shaking their heads .to see hair sprouting on my head. “Dad your hair is sprouting like Harry Potter’s, “ said the daughter. M” Remember what happened when Uncle Vernon got the boy’s hair cut? It grew within days”. “ I know, I know,” I said part irritated and part flattered by the comparison with the boy wizard. “A plague on the saloons All are closed due to the goddamn virus” Yes, Once in a fortnight I got my head shaved off and my “French” beard trimmed (Frankly I don’t understand the “French” bit the beard is very Indian. I didn’t import it from France. Mercifully I am not in the crosshairs of TV anchors breathing nationalist fire otherwise they might have used my beard to question my loyalty to India.) The first time I saw myself in the mirror with the bald pate and beard I thought I looked like a jinn from some Arabian Nights animation series. But the DW convinced me that I looked quite distinguished. Maybe she was right. Because earlier when I lived in a VIP area cops on duty and security guys outside homes that I passed during my morning walk used to salute me. I am not bluffing mind you. Now when I look in the mirror I find that the Jinn has vanished to be replaced by a guy who looks like a cross between a beggar and a left-wing intellectual. I don’t mind being mistaken for an intellectual but what if someone drops a coin in my hand? “Aw, that won’t happen DW assured me. Remember we are in lockdown and you haven’t been on the street for weeks. As soon as the lockdown ends and the saloon in the colony opens you can get your old look back” “You don’t have to wait that long” the daughter assured me” “ I will use the hair trimmer and the old YOU will reemerge “. “But where will you find that trimmer? I had hidden it somewhere to ensure that you don’t indulge in your bizarre experiments with hairstyles and I have forgotten where it is” said the DW The daughter had almost given some conservative kin a massive heart attack with her head partly shaved and the remaining hair painted a bright blue. The daughter gave her mom a dirty look and my hopes sank. So I am now resigned to my new look that cruel fate and COVID19m have imposed on me. Dear Corona-ji (Do notice the respect I am giving you), haven’t you overstayed your welcome? Never mind that nobody had welcomed you but don’t you think it is time you departed ? Never mind the sickliest, death toll and the crashing economy. But please let me say au revoir to my bald pate instead of adieu.