It was a heavy downpour. Monsoonal rains started. God’s own country has its regular rainfall every year. Mostly houses are seen embraced with greenery and dew drops bathing Nature and her inmates.

Amidst the pandemic, people were seen on roads and streets with their hectic scheduled activities. Uncaring the changing seasons of life, people were seen running helter-skelter with their jobs and tasks to run their livelihood.

It was around quarter to eight at night. Colourful parasols were seen floating across the air. They looked shimmering with blinking dew drop light rays reflected through night lamps. Lamp posts were seen spreading their electric lights; head lights of the moving vehicles were seen scattering their eye-blinding splashes of light.

Suddenly everyone walking on roads felt a powerful tremor on the surface of the earth around. It was followed by a thrashing lightning blaze across the dew drops in the air. No sooner did each of the passers-by discover the reason of the tremor and lightning blaze than a piece of the wreckage of a passenger aircraft was thrown out on the road.

“Hey, what’s it? Look there, an air-plane is on fire. Listen to the wail from inside. What happened there? A passer-by howled at large.

“What a tragic accident has happened?”

“It’s a plane crash.”

Cries from distant parts of the vicinity of the accident spot created a panic amidst the local folks.
“Help me. Help us. I am half-burnt. Where is my child? Where is my spouse?”
These were the May-Day calls from the wrecked passenger aircraft.

“How did it happen? What could be the reason of this mishap? Is it sabotage preplanned?”

Countless apprehensive doubts and questions arose in the minds of the spectators.

Media persons arrived at the spot of the tragedy like swarms of bees buzzing with their electronic gadgets to shoot and collect news for their channels.

Police personnel and fire fighters with their machines flew to the spot and fought against the mishap to contain the blazing fire on the aircraft.

Medical experts and sanitary servicemen ‘air-dashed’ at the spot with ambulances and stretchers.
It was a pandemonium.

“It was heavily raining. Still it is pouring. It was around 10 minutes to eight. It was said that the pilot of the aircraft had tried to control the speed of the aircraft, but in vain. He had been trying to divert the plane to avoid landing on the slippery airstrip. He failed. He had taken up plane again to change the direction, but in vain. But when he had attempted the third time, unfortunately, the pilot had lost his control over the aircraft. The aircraft dragged itself out of the airstrip and fell into a deep gorge. The nose of the aircraft had hit the crater and the passengers sitting in the front, including the pilots were killed in the accident. The passengers sitting at the back of the plane were severely wounded. The injured passengers are being taken to hospitals. Medical experts, police personnel and other media persons have arrived. Now you can see the accident spot.” One of the media news reporters, holding a mike, standing in front of a camera narrated his version of the story of the mishap. The camera went around the spot and videoed the happenings of the night.

In no time, after a lapse of 15 minutes, all television channels ran the race of telecasting ‘Breaking News – A passenger aircraft met with an accident – survivors not estimated.’
In the running news, it was read: ‘one of the victims of the aircraft tragedy has been affected by Covid 19; two wounded survivors are tested corona positive.’

Mr.Foolsfield switched off the television and worked on thinking.

“Darling, what are you thinking? What a tragic accident has happened? ´Mrs. Foolsfield kindled Mr. Foolsfield’s thinking.

“Yes, honey, corona has become commercialized. Earlier it was announced that one lakh rupees would be granted to the authority concerned by the central authority if a corona patient was shown. Now, don’t you see the numbers are increasing? Now they have raised the grant to four lakhs each.

“Now, what makes you bring out that news now? I don’t understand it.” Mrs. Foolsfield was curious to his thinking.
“Yes, Darling, they found a dead person affected with corona. And two badly wounded survivors are affected with corona too.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, honey, detection is being carried on even into the interior of the wreckage to make money.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, Darling, money is the ruler; humanity is dead.” Mr. Foolsfield ended his thinking with a philosophical but factual note on the aircraft accident.”

“Honey, it is everywhere in different corners, through different loop holes.” Mrs. Foolsfield supported Mr. Foolsfield.

“Yes. This is money-ruling society; death knell to humanity. We can’t help it. We are also surviving in this society. More things are happening around us.” Mr. Foolsfield rose from his chair to begin his daily chores.

based on a real incident very recently.