Chapter 2: Is it true? Yes

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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I ran and sat on the table in my backyard. Never in my life had I felt so helpless, so broken I could do nothing. My younger brother came asking "What happened? whay are you like this. TELL ME!"

My grandmother came"what happened dear? tell me" I knew nothing I just sat there crying and uttering "dad got covid positive" again and again as if things would change if I would keep repeating it like a chant. 

The feeling I felt at the moment was something that I would never forget. Father is the figure of the family which is always looked upto for strength and trust but seeing that very piller kind of breaking just leaves the entire house broken. The house was divided, my father and mother in one part while we in the rest. Police called, government hospitals called, NGO's called all reminding just one thing :-"Your family has a covid infected person do this do that". 

Oxygen cylinders were boght, oxygen masks, stabalizers everything and with every equipment my heart went down deep into an ocean. I could concentrate nowhere, neither my studies nor anything else all I remembered was I need to give the best nutrition and food I can to both of my parents. The fear of Covid19 is beyond tolerence my dad had that virus, my mother was always with him so she would get affected too, both were not fit enough to be considered "brave enough". I feared losing both of my parents, every second reminded me of the same thing :- what if I lose them forever?

I would sneakily go to the guest room where my brother and I were living, close the door, plug in the headphone and on full volume listen to songs, balling my eyes out in the pillow so as to prevent anyone seeing me like that. I was the only person who was asked to take care of the entire family at the moment so if I would have gone weak, the entire family would have. 

Coronavirus' pain is not physical but mental. It breaks the hopes of survival and eats you from within just like a parasite and HIV positive news. And the news channels even worsen the news. I had no one to tell what I was feeling. I had no one to share my fear with. Every night after putting my brother to slee, I would cry, conplaining to God why was it us put to test and not just us but anyone in the entire world? Why did they have to go through so much pain.

During the classes, I would be physically present but mentally I was nowhere for I could see no hopes for me. In the beginning, Papa had asked his senior who said "It might be a wrong report. Get tested again"

A ray could be seen, but then the next day brought immense darkness with the affirmation to the first one.

I had no hopes, no trust,nothing. I was lost in the trance of losing everything I had to a virus.... 


Submitted: April 14, 2021

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