Enthralling Trails

  “Nothing in this world is impossible to a willing heart.”― Abraham Lincoln I am a vial of multiple doses of Covishield AstraZeneca, I was created in the Serum Institute of India, in Pune. After great research and initial trial, we were manufactured with the codename AZD1222. Weakened germs and other ingredients were pumped together to change me into a vaccine. I was then bottled in an elegant glass bottle that measured 10 ml in all. Weakened germs and other ingredients were pumped together to change me into a vaccine. I was then bottled in an elegant glass bottle that was 10 ml in all. The world was getting vaccinated but Indians were waiting for their turns. While a few fostered a fear towards the Vaccine, there were many others who were heedless towards the pandemic as they felt they could manage the new mutant of Coronavirus with their newfound immunity. The vials manufactured that January was sent to other countries, I was waiting eagerly to be shipped. The rise in the CoVID case

  “Life’s most precious moments are not all loud or uproarious. Silence and stillness has its own virtues.”― Kilroy J. Oldster A little boy’s toys were visible on the window sill when the soft brown velvety curtain was drawn. I looked out for the boy this morning, in the afternoon and the evening. I awaited his presence as I cooked dinner for the family but the curtains remained drawn.  The boy had appeared on the window sill every morning since the first wave of Pandemic. He was thin and fair with a charming smile. His little tuft of hair had grown into long locks of curls during the first wave of the pandemic making him look like a maestro. He not very tall when the Pandemic began but now he was taller. He wasn’t very fluent in his speech then but he would hang out on the window sill speaking loudly the whole day. He would call out for his friends. The boy lived in the opposite building that was hardly twenty feet away from ours. The window is visible from our living room and kitchen