5th Feb, 20 “He is stable now and has awaken” her mom said in a weak and relief note, “Oh thank God”, fat drops of water starts falling on her head, she increase her pace holding her bag as an umbrella. “Doctor says we are lucky, it was only a minor stroke, now he has to follow a strict diet at least for a fortnight, “Good, good” “Where are you now any ways? Aunt Shena is here….,” her tone lingered to irritation “she is making a racket as usual, he is going to die just listening her.” “Mom!” “Oh just come quick, I am at my wits end”. “I am almost there, see you in ten”. She put the cell in her bag and heard a honk. “Hey watch out”, she hears a voice, someone pulled her to the side walk and they both fall down as a motorbike rushed by splashing water on them. 8th Feb, 20 “Happy birthday gramps!” they all cried together, they were sitting around gramps bed “You still have forty years left to beat the world most living person, so you can't die on us yet” kallen said enveloping gramps in a hug. “Only if I gets these many presents each year, I will think about it” he smiled pulling the ribbon from the present. “He seems livelier”, she said to her cousin passing the clean dish, the party is almost over, everyone has tattered around the house. “Because he is allowed a piece of cake today”, she sigh and takes off her apron and continued “soup is too blend and gravy is without chilies, and no delight do makes a man cranky”. “It does” she smiled “So I hear a man of dreams save you from perils of death” “hmm what peril,” she looked up confuse then rolled her eyes when it clicked “Oh shut off your romanticism, it was an accident …” “An accident of love” “… And he pulled me away and then was very polite afterwards asking if I was okay and handing me things and all”. “Polite and handsome”. “I admit he had a striking appearance with his pilot's uniform and cap and a foreign accent, He is an Arab I think”, she said ruefully, “Any way I was in a rush to see Gramps so I left immediately after, with my throbbing leg…, I didn't even know his name.” “Shame”. 11th Feb, 20. Her sister came into the room when she was squirting the pigment in the mixing bowl, “What are you doing?” “It has been gloomy so I am dyeing my hair to cheer my sick-self up” “How is the fever now?” “Gone, throat is better too, steam and lemon tea works wonders,” “Hmm....., so how are you doing it?” “Like Billie but in blue”. “Billie? Oh that icon singer”. “Yes”. “Awesome”. 12thfeb, 20 “Marie wake up!” “What” she said groggily. “It's Grandpa, we are taking him to hospital”. “What?” “Hurry” “How this happen? He was fine, he has taken all his medicine, and he has soup and rice last night, he has just a little fever and cough” her sister whispered quivering. “Shh”, she took her into her arms wiping her tears. “Just pray, he will be all right,” They were sitting in front of emergency room, she has just finished the call with her uncle updating him on the situation when the phone starts ringing again, as she was in no mood to listen to strangers she cuts the call, a few minutes later the phone blared up again, she pick up the call “Is this Marie Fez?” “Yes” she stated distractedly, the door of the emergency room was opening and doctor was coming out his expression somber, Her eyes and ears gets blurry and muffled, a strangely familiar male voice was coming from the mobile “This is Moor Adam ... I think we were in a bike accident …..Got your ID card in my bag…….must have mixed up…….I am reaching everyone that I contacted recently ……we only met briefly……… but better get tested, I have COVID 19”.