Humsafar is you too

If Avinash woke up on time in the morning, then the culture got worried. He lifted Avinash and placed his hand on his forehead. Head was burning. The culture panicked. Avinash had high fever. He was also coughing for 2 days.

Culture had refused him to go to the office yesterday for the same reason. But today there was a high fever too. He quickly fed medicine to Avinash and placed a bandage of cold water on his forehead.

Not much time had passed for the marriage of Sanskriti and Avinash. It had been only 2 years. Till last year, the in-laws used to live together. But when the daughter-in-law of culture died in Corona, the mother-in-law went to live with the elder son. After that the outbreak of Karona kept increasing.

For some time, she was upset anyway after seeing the condition of those battling corona in Delhi hospitals on TV channels. If there is no ventilator, then there is no oxygen. Patients were not even getting beds in hospitals. In such a situation, thinking of what would happen to them now, she shivered.

He quickly called up his mother, "Mother, Avinash has had a very high fever since morning, what should I do?"

"Son, this time is going bad. Raju is also corona positive or else he would have sent him. We ourselves are engaged in taking care of him. You do this, quickly call the doctor and start medicines."

"Yes mother, that has to be done. My mother-in-law's health is also not doing well. Otherwise I would have called Jethaji."

"Don't panic, daughter. Be patient. Everything will be fine," the mother tried to explain.

Culture got her husband's corona test done. Till then the family kept on giving medicines after asking the doctor. Meanwhile, when Avinash's condition started getting worse, she took him and ran to the hospital.

After returning disappointed from 2 hospitals, hardly beds could be arranged in the third. Mother-in-law and brother-in-law were also in another city so could not come for help. Anyway, there was a lockdown in Delhi. Relatives could not come to help him even after wanting.

Neighbors closed the doors for fear of Corona. Then the culture called its friends but everyone made excuses. The culture alone was engaged in the service of the husband.

In the midst of the long queues of patients and the orgy of death in the hospital, somehow the culture saved itself and started running for the husband. Sometimes she ran away with medicine slips and sometimes with food. Sometimes she used to plead with the doctor and sometimes she used to sit tired.

He was not allowed to go to the Corona ward. Sitting outside at the reception, she kept wishing for her husband's recovery. On her husband's health was deteriorating instead of getting better.

On that day too, the doctor wrote many medicines by adding them to the prescription. She went to get medicines but did not get the medicine which was most important. He had run out of stock in the hospital. What will she do now? She sat down on the hospital bench in disgrace. A troubled young man was also sitting next to him.

Culture turned to him and asked, "Can you tell me where can I get this medicine?"

"I am looking for this medicine myself. Couldn't find it around. My friend has told that he has a shop in Noida. He has stocked some medicines, so he will give it to me. Was thinking of going now . Bring the slip, I bring medicine for you with me.

"It will be very kind. Been worried about this since morning," said the culture in a grateful voice, wiping sweat.

"It is not a matter of kindness. Human beings are useful for human beings. Just be thankful that medicine is found there," he said saying.

When he returned after about 2-3 hours, he was happy despite the lines of trouble on his face.

"Take this, you got it with great difficulty, but you got it, that's enough."

"Thank you very much. How much is it?" The face of culture had also blossomed.

"Oh no, you don't need money. You first give this medicine to the patient.

From that day onwards, both of them started talking. She was engaged in the care of her brother and the culture was running for her husband. Both had the same pain.

Whenever the culture was upset, she would cry with her head on her shoulders. If I had to bring something, I would have brought a symbol. Leaving the culture at home.

Slowly, in these days of trouble, 2 strangers were getting tied in a bond. There was also a strange attraction between them, which was making this bond of both stronger.

One day Avinash's oxygen level dropped significantly. There was no oxygen cylinder in the hospital. Then Prateek took this responsibility on himself. After standing in line in the hot sun and heat all day, he had finally returned with an oxygen cylinder.

That day the culture had asked, "You are doing so much for me.

"What is the symbol of people, did people come forward to help me when I needed it? No... you supported me at that time. Now it's my turn. What's wrong with this? You get better then." Will think what to do," the culture gave its verdict.

For about 10 days, the culture took care of the symbol by speaking it. In every way, he kept trying to make his health as before and keep him happy.

The culture belonged to a joint family. There was no dearth of wealth in the in-laws' house. This house was also named after her husband. The husband had also left a lot of property and jewelry for her. There was just one lack of Humsafar, which Prateek could fulfill.

In the evening of that day, the culture held Pratik's hands and said, "What I wrote unknowingly in that form, can't we make it a reality? Can I accept you as my sympathizer as well as a companion." Am?"

"I think the culture is futile to say that now."

"Meaning?"

"Means that you have already become my sympathizer and companion. We will always be together. No one can take care of me more than you,"