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My surgery came at a time when the world is going into the (s)hell!
Quarantine, self isolation, shutting down the shutters.
It seem prophetic that Bill Gates had said in TED Talks that it not the missiles but microbes that will kill us!!
From cholera to corona, we are still humbled by tiny microscopic mites that miss our eyesight.
I grew up with horrors of Cholera. My Dadu's father died of Cholera, while he was studying medicine in Kolkata. Dadu often spoke of the telegram and how he had seen his father's apparition bidding him a goodbye.
And he was clinically cruel about our cholera shots each year during my summer vacation. I reacted terribly, came down with fever, fainted, dramatized the entire inoculation issue, but no escape. Even after he was paralyzed he continued to ensure that the compounder did not miss his date with TABC.
Dadu also ensured that we gargled - and we escaped the pox, joy bangla and most of the seasonal diseases thanks to the regimen. I  am talking about 1970s almost 50 years back. And we are back to gargling, washing hands and being paranoid about sounds of cough and sneeze.

And as I recuperate I draw this pic...rather copy and sketch,  read 40 rules of love and dream of Africa ........