"Two weeks ago, I, 92 years old, tested positive for Covid. Due to low oxygen level, I was admitted to a hospital. My body had become extremely weak, such that I wasn't able to stand on my own. The physical ailment was nothing compared to the emotional rollercoaster. With no way to see my family, I felt extremely alone. I was unable to sleep, eat and kept crying throughout the night.
Three days later, my family managed to send in a phone. As soon as the phone reached my hand, calls kept pouring in. My children, grandchildren, best friend and relatives called to check up on me and I also called them, whenever I felt alone. I was constantly debating with them about getting back home, but they made me understand that I have to stay in the hospital for my own welfare. Their conversations gave me the strength that no medicine could.
Gradually, my health improved. My oxygen was stable and I was discharged in a week. Just before the discharge, some journalists came for an interview. I felt like I had won a war, seeing the vigour with which they asked me questions. The doctors and everyone else, were astounded by my recovery.
Now, I am back home, with my family! There is no joy greater than that. Their presence and their very faces is all I need to regain my strength." - Satyendra Kumar Das.
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