എസ്.കെ.വി. എച്ച്. എസ്. നന്ദിയോട്/അക്ഷരവൃക്ഷം/Back track

Back track I went to bed after watching the regular malayali vartha .it’s been 11.oo pm .Watching the news before bed has become a Routine after I got settled here. The news channels are overflowing with accounts of corona virus, the new pandemic. It has killed over 1 lakh people all over the world. I can’t believe what’s happening...a small microbe is making the world petrified. But still I don’t have to worry about my motherland. The circumstances are much better in Kerala than here in Doha. I’m sure that Kerala will fight and win the battle like she did in nipah crisis. Wherever in the world you’re, you’ll be always concerned about your hometown. It’s a sort of emotional attachment. Oh! It has become very late. I need some sleep. I work in a hospital here. I was off duty today. I have to get up early as I am assigned for the morning shift. As an insomniac, sleep is a noble thing for me. I never get that blessing often. Sleep is the blessed barrier between night and the upcoming day. I agree with Wordsworth. She is the mother of fresh thoughts and liveliness. Everyone gave me tips on falling asleep like a normal human, why aren't they working? I don’t know. I took two cetirizine tablets at once. I have undergone medical treatment for my condition. I take sleeping pills frequently. But I’m out of them since yesterday night. So I took the cetirizine tablets knowing that they will have some brain kicking effects. Now, even after taking overdose, I’m not able to close my eyes. My mind is full of floating thoughts. What to do? I was always been an over thinker. My thoughts stopped on my teenage memories. I thought about my high school friends. Suddenly a name stuck my head, Pramod, one of my best friends. He was really an admirable one, such a great soul. I haven’t met him after the 10 th standard. Where would be he now? I should search about him. He will have some social media presence for sure. I can lead my investigation through that. This has been my enjoyment thing since this place came under partial lockdown. I have found some of my childhood friends through the social media. I use to call them, especially video call. I fell into sleep slowly while having these thoughts. I’m not sure about the dreams I had in mind, but the medicine worked. During that time the phone rang. Who the hell is calling? I got up from the bed angrily. I took the phone and it had the name Aman. Before I could answer, the call got declined. I headed for the phone app and selected contacts. Just below the Aman, there was another saved number, ammi . Whenever I hear the word family, I only think of my wife and my beloved daughter. I don’t know why my acha and ammi aren’t even on the picture. Somewhere in the process of having a partner and setting up own life, I lost thoughts of them. I decided to call them, to make a video call. The topics will start from corona to our poovali to kingini and will go on, I’m sure.