Pandemic is awfully ridiculous. You know there are a trillion microscopic organisms trying to strangle you from every side but you have nothing to do about it. You know there are clouds of tar in your lungs, water bodies are tainted with chemicals, air is saturated with poison, but you, my friend, have got nothing to do about it. It was during the time of a deadly pandemic. Before a kid stuffed his school bag with all his important stationery items, before a regular office clerk tied his shoelaces to leave for the day, before a retired old man started watering his plants, it broke out. It swallowed almost half of the world population, claiming up to 500 million lives and soon turned into a global hazard before letting anybody plan their strategies out. It was like a dream, only a bad one, a very very bad one. A nightmare that didn’t promise a conclusion. Two undertakers were making the arrangements in a mortuary. It was a weekday and all the national news channels reported that t...