Suresh Pattali Filed on May 6, 2021
Circa 2025. Somewhere on the earth that is still smarting from the scourge of the Covid pandemic. The planet is minus millions of its inhabitants the good and the bad; the ugly and the beautiful; the prince and the pauper; the teacher and the student, the doctor and the patient; the jailer and the prisoner. Everyone lost someone: a parent, a partner, a sibling, a friend, a colleague, an acquaintance, a soulmate.
Humans died like fireflies in such apocalyptic manner that death has become the new normal. Reading obits is as insouciant as leafing through Chandamama. Covid has made me so insensitive, I feel like a gravedigger. So numb. So incongruous. Tears have dried up. It’s time for my sixth booster since I don’t have the sixth sense to foresee if I would become yet another digit in the ever-growing number of fatalities. Let me dial the vaccine delivery guys.
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Sports-bar
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