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The Beginning of the Horror

9 February 2020

“Don’t touch your face, especially your eyes, nose and mouth.” I got annoyed when my son instructed the same thing as he called me up for the third time.

I was travelling back from Delhi, and even though it was a domestic flight, I had to move from the international airport. The news about the spread of a deadly virus in China was already rampant across all the news platforms. But, it’s reality had not hit our heart and brain here in India.

“It’s in China, for goodness sake,” I told my son a little impatiently. He just turned 18 and sometimes behaves like an overprotective mother. “I will disconnect if that’s all that you have to talk to me about.” I had reached the departure gate from where the flight was.to be boarded. The humongous scramble across the trans-migrators at the Indira Gandhi International Airport had already left me breathless and tired.

I had just selected a decent seat and parked the trolley and myself comfortably that I heaved a sigh of relief. As I turned my gaze around I did notice a couple.of passengers wearing masks as they scurried past me. That was the first time that the invisible virus made its presence felt as real to me.