It was a ten-year old boy at the hottest end of the rope. He had had it all, and the ‘NO MORE HOPE’ sign loomed boldly before his eyes. Just at the end, however, so he thought it was, hope rang. A chance encounter with a stranger at Litein
Hospital bed where he had been lying in an isolation ward for three months became his turning point. The son of a peasant farmer had seen the other three patients he was with in the ward die of the exact ailment he was suffering from. Was he going to die?