Samikhsya Bureau
She was there at one end of the place, so sleepy and tired despite her urge to invade a place where there were no walls. It was the Coronavirus, fresh from a basket of God knows what.
But she was not in a mood to spoil the reunion she had planned with the human. A pleasure she had been dreaming after a series of her fraternity had abandoned the scare and killing. That was Ebola or Swine-flu , more dangerous than COVID, experts would have us believe. But they had to beat a retreat soon.
Finally it was in Wuhan, she seemed to have seen the one as her host. Overjoyed and assured, she raised her arms to embrace the host tight.
It did not take long for her to overpower the host and latter’s all efforts to stop her fell flat and she continued with her clairvoyance, making pin-cushions of her hosts.
The guises she adopted were cold and flu and it did the trick. A kind of impersonation that leaves the entire medical fraternity on the defensive.
Her dirty tricks, those were beyond any sensory contact, got nourished in one after the other hosts . She had no regrets as she smiled over the deaths even without an iota of self-reproach. People started dying like flies.
And death has been up her sleeves ever since she fell in love with Wuhan from where her passion to kill fast bandied out of Wuhan and today, her viral passion went for an overshoot to become a global one.
Today, she is more discussed and dreaded than even a nuclear bomb.
Tired of the claustrophobia in a country bugged with a swarming population, she looked for empty places, with different climates, open spaces and cooler air.
Then it was some places in Europe and Middle East where her filthy flirts spun success.
Her grins got more malicious and with that tryst in Europe and Iran etc her embraces earned a calamitous overreach.
Slipping effortlessly between her menace and human ignorance, now she has seamlessly landed in India, where amid an air of panic she struggles to multiply the kills.
