Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. All
names, characters, events and incidents are products of the author’s
imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead or actual event
is coincidental. The author does not recommend any hospital or medicine for any
disease.
“What time is it?” Nisha asked, sounding very tired as she woke up uncharacteristically late at 11AM. Weekends or weekdays, Nisha woke up at 6AM every day.
Sunil was a little bit surprised.
Staying home for the last 8 weeks due to the Corona pandemic did not deter
Nisha’s positive attitude and high spirits. She loved parties, dancing, and
hanging out with friends but she had adjusted to the new reality. Parties were
converted to Zoom parties. The empty living room was converted to a gym. There
was nowhere to go but she still woke up at 6AM.
“It is 11 already. You woke up so
late. Are you not doing Zumba today?” Sunil replied.
Even though she was an expert in
Kathak and ballet, she loved Bollywood and Zumba for cardio. Health and fitness
were the most important to her. Extremely disciplined that she would not skip
the exercise even on her wedding day.
“Not sure.” She replied.
“What happened? You never miss a
dance class, Ms. DANCING Queen.” Sunil asked, emphasizing on the word
‘dancing’.
“Just feeling lethargic.” Nisha
replied.
“Do you want some coffee?” Sunil
asked though he knew Nisha hardly drank coffee or tea. She measured proteins,
carbs and fats in her diet. Coffee did not exist in her dictionary.
“Yes please. Can you make some? I
really cannot get up.” Her answer surprised Sunil. She was usually an active
person full of energy.
The cooking was not his forte.
But he did not want to start an argument. He was already devastated by the
current US visa renewal situation. Nisha was the only sunshine in his life, and
he wanted to keep her happy.
He managed to make some instant
coffee and an omelette. He called Nisha to come out. On not getting any
response from her for several minutes, he walked back into the bedroom. Nisha
was sleeping again. He gently pushed her. He touched her forehead, and her temperature
seemed normal. Finally, she woke up a bit annoyed and walked out to the dining
area.
Sunlight peeking through the
large window of the dining area cheered her up. Admiring mother nature’s
beauty, she took the first sip of the coffee but stopped. It was bitter, but
she did not complain. Perhaps the second time in their five years of married
life Sunil ventured into the kitchen. Disheartening Sunil was not an option for
her.
“You look pale. Are you okay?” It
was not a question but more like a statement.
“I am fine. I am super fit. I
always exercise and eat healthy. What can happen to me?” She replied.
“Do you like the omelette?” Sunil
asked, noticing that Nisha stopped after one bite.
“It is delicious.”
“Then why don’t you finish it”
Disinterested in their
conversation, her reply was short “I don’t feel like it.”
“Shall we make some fresh orange
juice?” Sunil asked, realizing they had missed a Sunday morning healthy
breakfast.
“No. Maybe later.”
“What is wrong with you today
Nisha?”
“I am very tired.”
Her short answers perturbed
Sunil. Sunil and Nisha were very happily married and did not argue often. They
shared their feelings. Nisha could read Sunil’s mind as he could hers. They
were not perfect, but they loved each other immensely. When Nisha did not like
something, she would not argue but express her disagreements. Same with
Sunil.
“Are you upset because we have to
return to India and lockdown? I know it is a difficult time for us.”, Sunil
asked.
US Immigration had declined
Sunil’s H1B visa renewal. Sunil could not live in the USA anymore and they had
to go back to India. But they could not return due to lockdown and suspended
international flights. As soon as the flights opened, they were set to return
to Delhi.
“No.” She replied
“What is wrong then? The lockdown
will finish soon. We will go back.”
She did not bother to reply and
walked back to the bedroom.
Sensing unusually cold behavior,
Sunil decided to give up for the time being. Nisha loved life in NJ but did not
mind returning to India. She was a very positive person and knew how to make
the best out of the situation. She was very close to her parents and proximity
to parents was a definite advantage in India. She did not care about the
shattered dreams of making big in the USA. On the other hand, Sunil was
tormented. He hoped for a miracle: a visa extension and finding a new job in
the USA. All his efforts had been futile so far. Neither his company nor his
private lawyer were able to help him to get visa extension. The Immigration
department provided him additional time to stay in the USA because of the
Corona pandemic, but he could not work for money. He was not looking forward to
India. Both his parents were dead. He had nothing in India except a younger
sister who was already a doctor working in a hospital. Nisha was his support
and convinced him to use his time to revamp his skills and apply for better
positions in India.
Nisha was his lifeline.
His thoughts were interrupted by
his phone ringer. Deepa, her younger sister was calling. Scared to break the
news about him not getting HIB renewal, he ignored her call. Deepa never wanted
him to live in the USA and warned her about uncertainty. Deepa was 3 years younger than him,
but after their parents’ death in a car accident she assumed the role of the
parent. With her sensible and rational thought process, she was always a
leader.
He heard Nisha’s phone ringing in
the bedroom, and it went blank after several rings. He guessed it was Deepa.
Deepa called him again, after not
hearing from Nisha. This time he picked
up the phone.
“Hey, where have you guys been? I
have been trying to talk to you for days.”, Deepa seemed irritated.
“We are here. How are you?”,
Sunil replied
“I am very busy in the hospital.
We expect a lot of patients. How is the situation there? Are you staying
home?”, she replied.
“Yes. We are home.”, he replied.
“Where is Nisha? I need a
recipe.”
It was common for Deepa to ask
Nisha for different kinds of recipes. Sunil took the phone to the
bedroom, but Nisha was in a deep sleep.
“She is sleeping. I will ask her
to call you back.”
“Sunil, it is 12PM in NJ. Why is
she sleeping? Wake her up please.” Deepa insisted.
Sunil tried to wake Deepa up.
Though sleeping, she seemed in pain. He moved her and she was very warm. He
touched her forehead, it was hot.
Raising the voice, he almost yelled her name. She woke up.
“Oh. I am so cold. Can you get me
another blanket?” The first sentence Nisha uttered.
Overhearing on the phone, Deepa
asked on the phone “What is wrong with Nisha?”
“Hold on Deepa. I will call you
back” Sunil hung up.
While checking her temperature,
Sunil put another blanket on her shivering body. She was running at 102F. She
was obviously sick.
His phone started ringing again
and it was Deepa.
“What is wrong with Nisha?”,
Deepa instantly asked as he answered the phone.
“She seems to have high fever.”
“How much?” Suddenly the doctor
in Deepa started talking.
“102F”
“That is really high. For how
long?”
“Just now. She was okay this
morning.”
“I called her many times in the
morning. She did not pick up.”
“Yes. She woke up late. She did
not exercise or eat anything.”
“Is she tired?” Deepa asked one
more question
“Yes, and she is shivering.”
“Oh my god. She may be infected
with the Corona.” Deepa said loudly, almost screaming.
“How is that possible? We have
been home for the last six weeks.”
“I don’t care. You need to call a
doctor.”, She said forcibly.
“It is Sunday”, Sunil replied.
“It does not matter. Take her to
urgent care NOW.” Deepa said.
“Let me ask her.”
“Let me talk to her please.”,
Deepa said.
Sunil tried to give the phone to
Nisha, but Nisha would not move or respond to her.
“She does not want to talk. She
should be fine. She is healthy. Don’t worry.” Sunil said.
“Okay. Please make her some
chicken soup and give her Paracetamol. I mean Tylenol.” Deepa almost ordered
his older brother with authority.
“Okay”
“I will call you back in an hour.
Don’t take it easy.”, She said.
“Hey little sister, just trust
me. We did not go out for six weeks. Most likely she just has a cold.”, Sunil
replied.
Never liked being called ‘little
sister’, Deepa got annoyed but restrained “I am a doctor big bro. Please listen
to me. Please PLEASE give her chicken soup, Orange juice and Tylenol. She needs
to be physically strong. I will call you back in an hour”
“She is very strong. She is very
conscious about her fitness and she dances for hours and always has a lot of
energy. She is probably fine” Sunil replied.
Sensing the conversation is not
going anywhere, Deepa said “Okay. But please give her some chicken soup and
Tylenol. She has fever.” She hung up.
He did not admit to his sister,
but he began to worry. Nisha was generally healthy but with the Corona Virus
everywhere, there is a chance Nisha was infected. But he discarded the idea as
they did not go out anywhere.
Considering the high fever, he
decided to follow Deepa’s advice. He made some chicken soup and almost forced
Nisha to have some along with two tablets of Tylenol.
Deepa called right after an hour.
Thanks to technology, WhatsApp calls are free. He thought.
“Did you give her some Tylenol
and Chicken soup?” She asked instantly.
“Yes.”
She turned on the video of the
WhatsApp call.
“Can I speak with Nisha and
please turn the video on.”, She asked.
Gaining some energy from the
chicken soup, Nisha sat down and smiled at the phone.
“Hey Deepa. I am fine. I just
have a cold.” Nisha said.
“I hope it is just a cold. Why do
you look pale?” Deepa did not believe her.
“Oh! Maybe I did not put on any
makeup. Why are you up so late? Is it not very late in India?”
“Don’t change the subject Nisha.
I want you to call the doctor or go to urgent care.”
“I will be fine. We haven’t gone
out for weeks. I am already feeling better. Sunil’s chicken soup helped.”,
Nisha replied.
After hanging up, Nisha thought
of getting up but could not. She felt as if she walked for more than hundred
miles without food or water. An hour of
intense exercise every day made her very strong, but this was like a month’s
workout.
With muscle aches and zero energy
and ignoring phone calls from hundreds of her friends, she stayed in bed for a
long time. She lost track of time.
Hours later, Sunil brought some more chicken
soup, a toast, and tea. Forcing herself to eat, she managed to swallow a few
bites. She was still warm though she was not shivering anymore. The temperature
was lower too. After watching the Tylenol work, Sunil gave her more tablets.
A few hours passed.
SUNIL. SUNIL. Sunil heard a
fainted scream from the bed.
Nisha was trying to walk to the
bathroom, but she could not. Standing holding the bedside, she was out of
breath. Holding her arm, Sunil tried to help her. She was as warm as a hot
plate.
“I can’t breathe. I can’t
breathe.” She tried to speak.
“Oh my god. She has all signs of
the Corona infection”, Sunil thought.
Totally shocked and confused, Sunil had
no idea what to do. He could not think. He could not focus. Bewildered, he sat
down on the bed next to Nisha with his head in his hands. Overwhelmed, he
started hitting the bed frame with his hand.
Realizing a quick action was
needed, he calmed down and turned on the computer. He googled for Corona
symptoms and found the NJ Coronavirus hotline. Instantly a nurse came to line.
After listening to symptoms, she asked him to take Nisha to Valley Side
Hospital, Ridgewood, the closest hospital she could find where they could treat
Corona.
As Nisha was hardly able to
breathe, he ignored the Nurse’s suggestion of putting a mask on her face. He
called 911 and by the time the ambulance came, Nisha had fainted. With utmost
care, they took her to the hospital.
Driving to the hospital, he kept
thinking about his bad luck. He had lost his job, he couldn’t stay in the USA,
he couldn’t return to India. Stuck in a country that he wanted to call home but
had to leave soon and did want to return to the country that was home. And now
his favorite person, the love of his life, the only good thing in life was
stuck by an alien virus. He cursed Donald Trump, cursed US Immigration, cursed
US, cursed the Chinese, cursed the red traffic light, and cursed God. With
tears in his eyes and visibly looking shaken, he reached to the hospital desk
and enquired about his wife. The reception area was blocked with a glass, and
the receptionist had a mask on her face.
Through the glass, he said, “My
wife Nisha Sehgal is admitted here.”
“She is in Corona ward. You
cannot go there. But we have a few questions for you Sir.”
“Yes.”
“Did you travel anywhere
recently?”
“No.”
“Did you attend any function or
an event?”
“No. We have been at home for the
last eight weeks.”
“Are you sure sir? Did you go to
the grocery store?”
“No. We got home delivered.”
“Did you go to the pharmacy?”
“No”
“Did you step out for a walk?”
“Yes. But we maintained a six
feet distance.”
“Did you visit a friend?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Did a friend visit you?”
“No way.”
“Sir, please think if you have
been in contact with someone.”
Sunil suddenly realized that they
went to Indian grocery store.
“I think we went to an Indian
grocery store.”
“Oh. You will need to go to the
third room on the right. We need to test you too”
She gave him directions to the
Corona Testing room.
Through a small hole of a thick
glass window, a hand with a full glove handed him a small wooden strip and
paperwork to fill out. Carefully the masked man with the glove, took a sample
from his nose. Tucking away his case number and phone number to call, he walked
back. They asked him to call back after a few hours. Because he did not have
any symptoms but was possibly infected, he was asked to wear a mask and stay
home for four weeks.
He enquired about Nisha again. Nisha was on a ventilator.
She could not breath without support.
His life support was on a support
system.
His phone started ringing. It was
Deepa.
“Hey, how is Nisha?”
“She is in hospital.”
“Don’t tell me she is infected.”
“Unfortunately, she is infected.”
“Did you get the test on
yourself?”
“I am infected too.”
“Oh shit. Sorry. How did you get
it?”
“Probably an Indian grocery
store.”
“Do you have fever?”
“No. I have no symptoms.”
“If you have a fever or feel out
of breath, you need to go to hospital.” Deepa advised in a doctor’s tone.
“Ok.” He sighed.
“Call me if you need anything.
Whatever I can do from India, I will do.”
“Ok.”
“Did you speak with Nisha’s
parents?”
“No. Not yet. It is early in the
morning in India. But why are you up so early?”
“I have to go to the hospital.
The days are long. It is busy here.”
“My doctor sister is helping
people.”
“I wish I could help Nisha.”
“She will be fine. Hospitals are
good here.”
“Please take care. My hospital
van is here. I got to go.”, Deepa hung up.
The moment Sunil hung up. His
phone started ringing again. It was his mother-in-Law, Sunita Verma.
Very reluctantly, he answered the
call.
“Hello Mom.” Nisha had made sure
Sunil addressed her mom as Mom instead of Mrs. Verma or auntie.
“Where is Nisha? I have been
trying to call her. Is everything okay?”, She sounded worried.
“She will be okay.” Sunil replied
in a very soft voice.
Reference of the future tense
startled Mrs. Verma.
“What is wrong?” She almost
yelled.
“She has a slight fever.”, He
replied, trying to decide how to tell Nisha’s mom.
“Where is she? I want to speak
with her.”
“You cannot.”
“What is wrong Sunil? Where is
Nisha? I need to speak with her.”
“She is in hospital.”, He finally
replied with the truth.
“HOSPITAL. WHY”, She screamed on
the phone.
“High Fever. For precautions, we
admitted her to the hospital.”
“TELL ME THE TRUTH.” Speculating
more, she asked hysterically.
“She is. She is. Maybe she is
infected with the Coronavirus.” He finally managed to say it.
“WHAT?”, She started crying.
Listening to her screams, Rakesh
Verma, Nisha’s dad, took the phone from her.
“What is wrong Sunil?”, Mr. Verma
asked calmly. Mr. Verma’s calmness compensated for his wife’s hysteria in many
situations.
“She has Corona. But she will be
fine. She is young and healthy.”, Sunil managed to reply.
“But why is she hospitalized?”
“She had breathing issues.”
Finally, Sunil told them the whole story.
Within two sentences a calm Mr.
Verma turned tense. He had handled deaths in family, sickness, accidents, job
losses, and riots. But he did not know how to deal with this situation.
“Oh Crap. What the fuck? You
could not take care of our daughter.”, First time in his life, Mr. Verma used
this F word.
“She will be fine.” He almost
started crying.
“She better recover.”, Mr. Verma
said loudly.
A call waiting tone began to ring
on Sunil’s phone. It was a call from the hospital. He found an excuse to hang
up. He took the call from the hospital.
“It is him.” He replied with
confirmation of his name.
“Sir, you were tested in the
Ridgewood hospital today?”, The hospital staff asked.
“Yes.”
“Sir, your results are positive
for the Corona infection. You need to take utmost care.”
“What? Am I infected too?”
“Yes sir. Sorry.”
“What do I need to do?”, He asked.
“You need to stay home. You
cannot be in contact with anyone else at all.”
“What happens if I feel sick?”
“You need to call us or call 911
if there is an emergency.”
As soon as he hung up, his phone
started ringing again as if the caller knew he had hung up. Mr. Verma was
online.
“What did hospital people say? Is
Nisha okay?”, Mr. Verma asked.
“I am also infected. That was
expected.”
“Please take care. Let us know if
we can do something from India.”
“I want to be alone for a few
minutes”, Sunil said and hung up.
Sunil kept sitting staring at the
white cathedral ceiling.
Back in India, trying to console
his wife, Mr. Verma provided some facts, “More than 90% patients recover completely.
Nisha will be fine.”
Children’s age, marital status,
or physical distance cannot change a mom. Tensed, stressed with her heart
palpitating, she demanded “We need to go to the USA.”
“Do you want to go to the USA?”
“I want to see Nisha. We need to
go to the USA.”
“We can’t. We can’t even go out
of the house.” Mr. Verma replied.
“I want to see Nisha. Do
something.” She said in a commanding tone.
“What can I do?”
“You know so many people. You
have contacts in the Ministry. Call them.”
“There is a lockdown in India. We
are not allowed to leave the house.”
“It is an emergency. They will
let us go.”
“Even the flights are not
going.”, He brought up a legitimate concern.
“There might be some flights. Do
something. Find out.”
Mr. Verma called his friend in
Air India, and he was told what is written in newspapers. No flights.
Mrs. Verma started hauling. She
wanted to be with her daughter at her difficult times.
“I want to see Nisha.”, Mrs.
Verma kept saying.
“How?”, Mr. Verma yelled for the
first time in his life.
Starting from nothing, Mr. Verma
had accumulated a lot of wealth with his entrepreneurship and investing in
diverse businesses of garment exports and restaurant chains. With several apartments in the area, he
enjoyed living in a large house in an upscale community in South Delhi. He had
a large network in the local and federal government. He was an extroverted man
with many friends at high places; he was very resourceful.
He always had a solution to every
problem but not this time.
All his fancy cars and full-time
drivers could not even take him to the airport. His doctor friends could not
provide a cure for his daughter. His two sons could not bring his daughter
home. His airline friends could not get him a ticket – not even economy class.
His large comfortable house could not provide comfort to his sick daughter. His
number of maids could not make a single dish for his daughter. With millions of
rupees in Indian banks and US dollars in Swiss accounts, he could not buy his
daughter’s cure. The idols of Lord Rama,
Lord Krishna, Shiva in his gold-plated temple did not listen to his prayers
anymore.
He never felt more helpless in
his life, not even when he barely had food for one meal during his childhood.
Suddenly he realized he can
transfer money to the USA for a better hospital or more comfortable room. He
picked up the phone and called Sunil.
“Hey Sunil, I am going to
transfer 50,000 US Dollars to your account.”, He did not ask. He just told him.
“Why? I have enough money.”,
Sunil was not happy.
“I want a better room for my
daughter.”
“The hospital is full. They have
told me that. It was hard enough to find a spot.”
“You can still try. Ask them.”,
Mr. Verma would not give up.
“I did. The hospital is full.”
Sunil felt frustrated.
Mr. Verma sighed with frustration
and hung up.
Sitting in his living room, Sunil
did not know what to do anymore. His wife was in the hospital with such an
infectious disease and he himself was infected.
The phone rang again. Since the
quarantine, the phone rang all the time. This time it was Anjali, Nisha’s
friend.
“Why would Anjali call me?” He
thought.
“Sunil, where is Nisha? Her phone
does not seem to work.”, Anjali asked after perfunctory greetings. Anjali was
Nisha’s gym buddy and best friend among her many other best friends.
“Oh My God. That is not possible.
It is not a joke.”, Anjali’s reaction was intense when Sunil told her about
Nisha.
“It is true. I am infected too.”,
Sunil uttered.
“Where did you get it from?”,
Anjali asked.
“I think from the Indian Grocery
Store. But I’m not sure.”, Sunil provided the best possible guess.
“Indian grocery stores are
congested and unclean.”
“I know. It’s too late.”
“I will come and drop some food
outside in 30 minutes.”
“That will be nice. Thanks.”
Right at 30 minutes, he heard a
car stop outside. Through the window, he could see Anjali with a mask and scarf
fully covering her face. With gloves on her hands, she put a box outside her
door. Without ringing the doorbell, she walked back to the car. She called him
after she sat inside the car and closed the window. She was very cautious.
In the regular course, he would
have waited to pick up the box from outside. But he was already infected. He
stepped out to pick up the box and found himself being stared at by neighbors.
His neighbor sitting on the front porch got up, went inside, and closed his front
door. The other neighbor walked back home from the driveway without reaching
her mailbox. They were scared and worried, and they had legitimate reasons for
that. No one wants a Corona infected neighbor. He felt judged. He felt small.
He felt inferior. He felt unclean. He felt isolated. First time he realized why
several Corona patients did not come forward.
He had no appetite, but he needed
to be strong and able to fight the beast. As he ate homemade chicken curry, his
phone rang again. It was Simran. Simran was one of the youngest and most
reliable friends of Nisha. While
relaying the condition of Nisha, he started shaking. Suddenly he felt very cold
and out of breath. His phone fell on the food. He thought he would die, and
then he fainted. Realizing something was not right, Simran called 911 and gave
Sunil’s address. Simran and the ambulance arrived at the same time.
Fortunately, the door was open and the medical crew took Sunil to hospital.
Simran followed them to the hospital. At that time, no one realized Simran’s
presence of mind and crisis handling skills. Simran was very close to Nisha and
Sunil. Being Facebook friends with
Deepa, she quickly called her. Deepa tried to maintain her calm. Being a
doctor, she had been treating Corona patients in India. But with her only
sibling and her sister-in-law struggling with Corona in a country that was 8000
miles away, she began to break down. Deepa was in tears. Besides working long
hours in the hospital, Deepa was shaken by a relative’s death, but she did not
disclose that to Simran. Since it was the first time talking to Deepa on the phone, Simran tried to reason with her
to be calm and stay strong. Simran promised Deep to check on Sunil and Nisha
every six hours and keep Deepa informed. This was the best she could do.
Simran kept her promise. She was
in and out of hospital and regularly checked on both. The best she could do was
to communicate the status to Deepa and Nisha’s family in India.
Two days later, Sunil gained his
senses back, but he thought he was dead. Lying on a makeshift bed practically
in a corridor and a ventilator on his nose, with numerous tubes on his body and
several machines connected to him, he sensed aliens around him. Two aliens with
heavy blue outfits, long gloves, masks on the face, and a glass hood covering
their whole faces approached him. He could see a green light blinking inside
the hood. Very reluctantly touching, they examined him as he was the dirtiest
object on this earth. At that time, he realized he was alive and medical staff
were taking care of him. He felt weak, thin, and did not have any energy. The
medical crew removed the ventilator. They needed all the ventilators.
“You are lucky. You will be
fine.”, The first statement the female doctor made. He heard her but barely.
The doctors left him.
Slowly gaining the full
consciousness, the very first thought was Nisha. Though married for five years,
he felt like a newlywed every day and enjoyed every moment of her company. “How
is Nisha, where is she?” He thought. He instantly wanted to see Nisha and start
what seemed like a second birth. Looking around he tried to find someone who
could tell him about Nisha but he only saw covered faces. Patients were covered
with ventilators and machines. Medical staff were covered with masks and hoods.
No one was allowed to show the face. Showing your face and breathing directly
from the outside was not an option. Breathing air with the dangerous virus
around was like breathing poison.
When and how did the environment become so
toxic?
No one stopped by him. No one
would talk to him. No one really had time for him. Everyone was busy running
from one direction to the other. A set of staff would bring new patients in,
and set up ventilators and machines. Another set was bringing in new supplies.
A set of staff on the desk were making phone calls through microphone and air
pods in the ear inside the hood. A set of staff were cleaning the floors and
supplies. With numerous patients admitted, medical staff walked and worked as
fast as possible to save every second of their time. It was a war zone and the
enemy was invisible. Perhaps the enemy was everywhere around that hall.
Suddenly he realized how difficult it was for his own sister Deepa in India.
Suddenly he had far more respect for his sister. He felt proud to be the
brother of a doctor sister who was serving Corona victims in a country where
medical resources were scarce. He wanted to speak with Deepa and hug her.
A day later he was discharged. Not fully
recovered but he was totally out of danger. He still had no idea about Nisha.
No one came to see him in the hospital. He asked the examining doctor about
Nisha, but he asked him to wait till he was discharged.
Back at reception he asked about
Nisha. He wanted to know if Nisha was still in the hospital or discharged.
He asked the receptionist, “Is
Nisha Sehgal still in the hospital?”
She typed on the computer. She
made a phone call and another staff member came out.
She introduced her as a
Catherine, a Social Worker. Why does he
need to see a Social Worker? He could not figure it out.
The nurse very slowly said “Sir,
she passed away two days back.” She said
through the mask.
“She was young. She cannot die. I
made it out. Can you double check?”
“Sir. Yes. Let me double check if
you want.” The nurse made a few phone calls and nodded her head.
“Sir, I am so sorry. Nisha Sehgal
passed away two days back. No one has claimed her body.”
He did not know how to react. He
was silent. He was dead silent. He was tormented. Grief took over him. He was
alone. He wanted to die. He started crying. No one would listen to his sobs. No
one could help him. No one could comfort him. No one could touch him. No one could
come close to him. No one could talk to him. This is the time he needed someone
most, but no one was there. No friends. No family.
All alone, he moaned and moaned
for a long time.
After a long time, he gathered
himself. From the window, he saw Simran
standing outside covering her face with a mask and a scarf. She signaled him to
call her, but he had no phone. He did not know where his phone was. He asked
the receptionist if he could make a phone call.
“Ah. Someone left a phone for
you. I almost forgot.’
As soon as the nurse handed him a
cell phone, it started ringing. No name on the display. It was not his phone
and appeared new.
“It is Simran”, Simran said as
soon as he answered. She was watching from outside and waited for him to take
the phone.
“Thanks. I am doomed. Nisha is
gone.”
“I know. I am so so sorry. But
you need to go home now.”
“How?”
“Come out. I have arranged for
someone to pick you up. He has already recovered and now volunteering”
He came out of the hospital with
a mask on. A car stopped by him and he
sat in the car .
Empty roads. Empty highways.
Closed shops. Closed malls. Closed restaurants. No human on the road. The town
was dead. He was dead inside. His soul was dead. A dead person driving through
a dead town.
His new phone started ringing a
minute after he entered the house as if someone had eyes and a camera around to
track him.
“Sunil?”, it was Nisha’s dad.
“Hey. I am home now.”
“I know Simran just called me”,
Mr. Verma said
“We lost Nisha. We lost Nisha. I
don’t know what I will do without her.”
“I lost my daughter Sunil.
Nisha’s mom has been crying since then.”
“I am totally lost.”
“Listen you have to do the last
rites. Flights are not running yet”, Mr. Verma said.
“How can he be so selfish that he
did not think about the funeral and last rituals?”, He uttered.
“Do it for us Sunil. This will be
a huge favor. Can you please?”, The pain in Mr. Verma’s voice was so
clear. He almost begged Sunil to do the
funeral.
“I will do it. It is my
responsibility.”
“We can send you money if you
want.”
“Please don’t talk about money. I
don’t need anything in life now.”
After planning the funeral, he
emailed all friends, family and acquaintances. The funeral was planned two
weeks later. No one except Simran showed up. Everyone called and expressed
grief. Facebook, WhatsApp, and Instagram were full of condolences, but only
Simran was brave enough to come for the last respects. As it turned out Nisha
only had one best friend, Simran. No words he could use to express the
gratitude for her for calling 911, hospital visits, organizing phone calls,
rides, and food and keeping their families informed.
His phone rang when he reached
home.
“Hey”, It is Deepa.
“Hello?”
“Can you turn on the camera?”
He turned on the camera.
“You look better.” Deepa lied.
Unshaven for months, pale and listless, he looked like an old man.
“I am not sure.”
“I prayed for Nisha.”
“It does not matter.”
“I did not tell you something
before.”
“What?”
“Raj uncle passed away two weeks
back. He had a heart attack.”
“Do I care?”, Sunil replied. Raj
uncle was their dad’s brother. Raj uncle cheated their dad and stole his
flourishing business.
“He tried to mend the bridges
during his last days.”
“I don’t care Deepa. He cheated
us.”
“I just wanted to tell you. He
called me and wanted to see me.”
“Ok.”, Sunil never liked Raj
Uncle.
“I could not go because of
lockdown. I could not go to his funeral either.”
“It is okay Deepa.”
“His lawyer called me this
morning. Raj Uncle left all his business, properties, and cash to us.”
“What?”
“Yes. He was so guilt ridden
during his last days. He changed his will one week ago.”
“Did he die of Corona?”
“No. He had a heart attack. He
felt very low lately staying home.”
“Why wouldn't he give his
inheritance to his son?”
“Don’t know. His son knows about
it, and they talked before he changed the will.”
“Anyway, what will I do with the
money? I have lost everything I had in my life.”
“I know it is hard but try to
look forward”, Deepa as usual acting like his parent.
“What do I have? You tell me. I
have no one.” He stressed “I have no one’.
“Sunil Bhaiya, I don’t count for
anything in your life.” For the first time after their parents’ death, she
called him ‘Bhaiya – big brother’.
Just with one sentence, she
became a little sister who needed his brother’s support. He looked through the
screen and it was clear she had been crying. Her eyes were swollen. Her hair
was not done. She looked overworked and thin. He had been selfish towards Deepa
too. He had responsibility.
“I am sorry Deepa. Yes, I do have
you.”
“We were together when mom and
dad passed away. Together we will handle this too Bhaiya.”
“Yes”
“Just come home Bhaiya”, She
almost cried.
“Yes. This time you will tie
Rakhi in person.” Sunil affirmed.
Sunil saw a plane in the sky through
the window. Soon he would fly out of here. Soon he would be back home.
(Thanks for Simrann Wadhwa for editing this story.)
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