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W hen the news hit me for the very first time, I was earnestly preparing for my Chinese voyage. I was supposed to be in Beijing by now – that is a far end of a different story. It was not a plague by that time, rather it was a distant news about an unknown virus strain which causes pneumonia and kills about a hundred human beings. It took three months to reach me; when WHO announced it as a pandemic, one of my friends telephoned me that night and told – we are home, time for humans to come closer and these tiny viruses will make it happen. I said nothing, my mind was thinking about my death that is going to happen soon – life of a hypochondriac is equally miserable like most of us in middle of a plague. Post March, life became despondent and even more digital. News about Covid-19 filled every other timeline in social media. As I previously mentioned in an article about fake news, Covid-19 mushroomed millions of medical scientists, health practitioners, high energy physicists, astrophys...