During the Corona period, the world changed. From face masks to handwashing routines, everyone adjusted to a new way of living. So when the government finally eased restrictions, there was a deep sigh of relief. Life was slowly returning to normal, markets reopened, schools resumed, and people began to smile again, even if cautiously.
But the peace didn’t last long here in my town. News started spreading about a new flu. At first, many dismissed it. “We’ve survived COVID-19,” they said. “What’s the worst that could happen?” But within weeks, people were falling sick again. It wasn’t quite like COVID- no loss of smell or taste but the headaches, high fever, and body pains were just as unbearable.
Hospitals became crowded again, and pharmacies ran out of basic drugs. People started wearing face masks not because they were told to, but because they were afraid. The fear that had once ruled people's lives returned like an old enemy.
It wasn’t just about the illness, it was the emotional weight of it all. The sleepless nights, the fear of losing loved ones, the thought of another lockdown. A new flu meant we weren’t done yet. It reminded us of how vulnerable we still were, and how much we had taken good health for granted.
