At 10 PM, Nora exhaustedly came back home from near hospital where she went to see her ill husband but due to a multitude of patients and the care of pandemic disease she was not allowed to do so, she waited for four long hours there and repeatedly begged to hospital staff but her all effort was in vain, so she returned downhearted. She did away with a face mask and changed her dress at the door, as it was recommended by WHO to stay safe in the going plague. Then she undeviatingly went to her room. She did her accustomed act and stood by a mirror, but at this epoch, she did not look to examine her maquillage coz she was so obsessed with her husband suffering condition. She touched her dry, thin lips with her white, clumsy fingers which recollected the memory of her first kiss with Arham in her fragile mind. Then she gazed into her twinkling dark, dolorous eyes, which led her thoughts to her wedding ceremony, where Arham had announced that when he looks into Nora's eyes he forgets all his worldly troubles. She gave a glance at her body from top to bottom and every part of her body craved Arham.
After a few minutes, she brokenly sat on her lonely bed while turning her TV on. In every channel, millions were suffering and thousands were passing away from the catching illness. She could not condone it further and preferred to switch it off. She wept as kids weep for their missing toes. She found no one for consolation; ergo, she tried to do so by herself. She hugged a pillow and lay over like a schoolgirl. Every after the second, a tear slid down her face.
She was dog-tired and promptly fell partially asleep. Her dream moved her to a hair-raising jungle.