He sat on fat chair.
Ac on, Neon lights and bulbs full bright on in his office.
He was a well known person in the village.
He sat with the nobels in the church.
His car his, his wife and his aura was the normal talk of the village.
People loved him.
People were jelous of him.
He was the manager of a money lending business.
He had talk with rich & the poor.
He had talks and terms with the Nobel and wise.
He was good at cracking jokes.
His jokes made people fall like trees that were fell.
He used to talk with women too.
Especially women in the clothes shop business.
But he was not a good listener nor his peers were good listeners.
He heard of Corona.
He brain was shut and ignored Corona as a joke.
He had slight fever after meeting a man from Dubai who went to him for currency exchange.
Second week he complained about breathlessness, his peers ignored it as a joke.
He kept meeting new people every other day, his red eyes went unnoticed.
He complained about chest pain in the first day of the 3rd week.
Third day he vomits and dies.
Lady in the next clothes shop wipes his mouth with her stall.
She and one He in the next cake shop takes Him to the hospital, at the hospital he was declared brought dead.
Reason doctors sighted was heart attack with Corona infection.
Nearly 100 people in direct contact with the person was quarantined. and almost all of them contracted Corona.
Still people don't see.
Still people don't hear.
Most roam maskless ready to be Trojan.
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