He is leaning on the terrace wall of his mansion. First rays of the just rising Sun are lighting up the sky and streets. Cool breeze is touching the skin of his bare elbows. He takes a deep breath of fresh air and exhales a sigh of relief.


"Finally, the lockdown is over. Thank god, I followed all the norms. I am safe".


His eyes move down on street to see a wrinkled old man in torn clothes coughing and strolling on side. The old man squeezes one nostril and lets lose the entire mucus from another. Ugh. Blowing out the yellow paste on public pavement. Corona is finally out.