“Ma’am, I am back home!” It was music to my ears. Then came the description. One of my students united with his family after recovering from Covid this evening. While his father is making good progress and will be home in another two or three days, he wonders why he hasn’t joined them yet. “There was a man about 30-32-year-old in our ward. He was talking to another man on the nearby bed. And suddenly, he started breathing heavily. His chest was heaving. The nurses came running. Oxygen mask was put. He struggled to breathe and within minutes, he was no more.” His words… It seemed like he was narrating an episode from some daily soap. The difference, however, was that it was the stark reality. The reality much of India is dealing with right now. Call it dramatic, heartbreaking, miserable or what not, the Covid wave has rendered us handicapped. What also awaited him at home was news of his uncle's passing away because they couldn't find a Plasma donor on time. The tone ...
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