All his life he never imagined that a day would come when his hand would consume more alcohol than his mouth.
But it was a sign of the times.
Wash your hands often (for at least 20 seconds). Use hand sanitizers (alcohol-based ones). It was amazing to him the amount of alcohol his hands had come in contact with in the past week.
Self-isolate. Practice social-distancing. For some, mere buzz words. But he recognized their potency.
Ever since Wuhan recorded the first nCorV case, the world had not been same. Nations had shut down borders and locked down cities. Organisations had advised staff to stay indoors. The idea was to curb the spread of a virus that had already killed thousands across the globe.
His company too asked all personnel to 'work from home.' No one was willing to take chances with the disease which had been christened COVID-19.
So he, like everybody else, complied.
On the fourth day, while in an online meeting, he glanced at the battery icon, it was almost out. He did not see it lasting till the end. He pulled out the power pack from the bag, plugged into a socket and connected it to the laptop.
The smell of burning coming from his flat attracted his neighbours. He was still wearing his headset, teeth bared in grimace. Charred.
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