Issac writes

The house was dark.  Anita had came to visit her grandfather after 5 long years, her grandfather stayed alone here. How he must be, she thought, two days ago he didn’t respond to her call and that actually panicked her.  She loved him so much and the childhood spend in his lap were the memorable days of her life. Anita pushed the door of her grandfather’s room, calling him fondly. Deliberately putting a childish tone to her voice, ‘Dadaji….Dadaji????????? The door creaked but the greeting went unanswered . Both fumbled for the light switch, but couldn’t find it. Rahul used the light from his mobile phone to locate the charpoy in the far corner of the room. Someone lay on it under the blanket. Anita moved the blanket and a face came into view. The eyes were closed. Rahul put the back of his hand near his nostrils and nodded, indicating that he was breathing. But he had fever. Anita sat down on the floor, her palm soothing the forehead of the old man. Minutes later, ha...