chapter 1

Father was in agony. The daughter was pleading to save her father from the roar. The Health Minister was also standing there but the doctors were so busy handling the patients that her father's turn did not come. He died in agony. What would the doctors also do, the number of patients was increasing continuously. Corona was changing its color and making it happen in different ways, showing everyone his play. Some were taking long breaths and some were suffocating. Some were burning with fever and some were coughing badly. The corpses were being piled on the piles, but even the living patients were no less visible than the corpses. Corona Bappa was not discriminating in any class. It has nothing to do with color, nor with caste. He was looking at everyone with equal respect. Wealth had no meaning in front of him. Even the poor could not cry for their poverty, the middle way, who always considers himself to be plundered, also welcomes Corona with a smile. For that he automatically arranges solitude. This country has been struggling with untouchability. Everyone had been accusing the so-called upper class of oppressing the lower class, but today Corona has kept everyone untouchable. Everyone, irrespective of their class, washes their hands after touching anyone. creates distance. Folds hands.

"Brother, stay away, if you are alive then you will meet again."