He is better.

My nephew is better but is still in hospital.

Yesterday, he was in delirium and lapsed into spells of incoherent talking. And the doctors suspected that might be the loss of memory indicative of encephalitis.

And his mother was weeping. She was also weeping on the phone—it was not yet 5 in the morning when she had called me to her home.

But at around 10 am when he was admitted in the hospital (Imphal Hospital and Research Centre—privately-run one) and was being given a series of medications, I became suspecting something altogether different.

It is indeed a small world—I met so many friends there at the hospital. His father and mother met even more friends there! And every one of those ‘friends’ wanted to his bedside and said—‘Get well soon’.

But just the opposite happened. Every time a man or a woman came to his bedside he became more convinced that there must be something really wrong with him. (That’s why everybody wanted to meet him!). This anxiety apparently translated into the severity of the delirium and talking spells.

So, by around 11 am, I simply put a chair at the door and talked every body into not entering the room!

He is in his pre-teens.

He is obviously growing up a very sensitive young man.