With moon hung by our shoulder, we were seated in the varanda feeling the slightly cold breeze pass by us. We got startled by the unappealing sound of the ambulance siren. I gave a sigh of relief and turned back to take a look at my granny. I got confounded by what I saw. The paled hands of her with wrinkles like that of a cotton shirt that had been left unironed for decades, came together, prepping for a prayer. Her eyes shut down instantly and I could see her lips which were pulled inside, mumbling something. There was this strange tranquilness in the air for a second and then she opened her eyes and continued reading Ramayana. Driven by my anxious mind, I asked her what was it all about. She passed this pleasing smile and started talking," This world we live in is quite a selfish one. We make wishes for ourselves hoping God will listen and make them come true. But that's not how it works." I was listening but I couldn't help but notice that her voice was not quive
“Yes, It’s witty to do it this way.” “Yes, It should be Ammu”. I overheard mom and dad whispering to each other, the other night. I had already prophesied that something’s gonna hit me in the morning. Next day I woke up to my mom and dad seated beside me saying” Kunju will have her interview in no time. It’s prudent if she goes ASAP so her quarantine gets over before the interview starts.” “Yes mom. It’s a wise one. I totally agree to it.” I replied to mom. “ Well, then we want you to accompany her.” bombed dad on me. “ What?! Why me though? Especially when COVID is at it's pinnacle. I dont wanna jeopardize my precious life for some loon like her!”. The next thing I remember doing is fillng up zillions of forms declaring that we are corona free. Just a flight, how mundane could it be, despite the fact that my fellow traveller had already buckled herself up with two novels for the venture with hundreds of people from all around the country. And who knows were the carriers of coron