What an outrageous nightmare it was! Taking her commodious white blanket off and panting heavily, Patralekha found her entire body covered with tiny droplets of water. She was sweating. Sweat had soaked through her clothes and had started dripping off her hands. What had made her sweat so much? What was her nightmare all about? Was she suffering from hyperhidrosis? Have you ever seen someone sliced open….blood running down their chest, gasping for breath, trying to scream, knowing they're going to die? Patralekha's outrageous nightmare had sliced her open. Blood was running down her chest but no one could see it. She was breathing through her mouth, gasping for breath and with millions of thoughts trapped in her mind, her body was numbed by the monstrous nightmare. Carrying the heaviness in her heart, the numbness in her body, and thousands of millions of thoughts in her mind, Patralekha rushed up the stairs that led her to the terrace of her apartment. Standing in the moonlit night with folded hands and tears streaming down her crimson red cheeks, Patralekha's lips moved in prayer and her mind was lost in prayer. Standing on the terrace with her eyes closed, Patralekha could feel the wind gently caressing her soft black hair. She could feel the rays of the moon on her numbed body. She could hear the rustling of leaves. She could feel the warmth of the calm, peaceful, and untroubled night. Looking up, she could find herself wrapped in a blanket of twinkling stars. Seeing the stars twinkling, she smiled. Her dark brown eyes twinkled above her crimson red cheeks. In her smile, nature could find the reddest red rose to bloom in one of its rose plants which hadn't bloomed for the past 7 days. The tranquility of nature had taken away the heaviness from her heart and the numbness from her body. While being caressed in the lap of the serene night, Patralekha couldn't discern when the day had dawned cloudy and cold with light rain. With the sprinkling of rain, Patralekha hurried to the hospital, and wearing her PPE, she rushed to one of the rooms where her 15-month-old baby girl was admitted, suffering from COVID-19. Taking her in her arms, she nonchalantly kissed her forehead and lulled her to sleep. How could a mother let her child fight the battle alone?