Susheela Menon weaves a heart-warming tale about love and compassion surrounding COVID-19.
“I don’t have COVID,” said old Mr. Unni Menon. His voice was loud and raspy.
He stood erect with his chest puffed up, like a school kid in PE class.
“See, I am breathing fine.”
But the healthcare workers in his hotel in Singapore were an adamant lot.
They shook their heads and led him to a swabbing station where quarantined travellers had lined up.
Menon slapped his head with his palm and shouted.
“I went through all this when I landed…now again…”