Slipping the jewel into his pocket, he steps forward, moving slower than ever before. The doorways are empty, the streets desolate. Taking his hand, she places the pendant in his palm, and cups his other hand over it. It was foretold.” She hugs him longer, tighter than ever before.
Astonished, Bhavin can’t believe they live in such poverty with that in the house. From inside, she pulls a gleaming jewel set in gold. She reaches up to her shelf for her box he is never to touch. I’ll get you out of Kolkata and we’ll go where there are no crowds.”įinally she speaks. But this is 2016! This shouldn’t be happening. Resistant to every antibiotic, worse than the Black Death in the 1300s, the newsmen say. The pandemic is raging from the U.S., sweeping across Europe. “The pandemic is coming,” Bhavin spits out. Racing through New Market, tearing past the merchants who curse him as usual, Bhavin runs home.
But the broadcasts everywhere warn disaster is coming. The students are laughing because he expressed his fear to their teacher.
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