There are some that don’t get sleep until their bodies hit the plush pillows and comfy quilts of a 5-star hotel.
But some have to make do with 3-star hotel arrangements.
Some sleep under the moonlight, on bamboo cots, maybe with mosquito nets.
Many sleep on the floor in their homes, on just a thin bedsheet.
Those in poverty, sleep under flyovers, with no one to care for them.
Some share beds with two others, oxygen cylinders supplementing their breathing efforts.
Some don’t get ICU beds, despite the criticality.
If we just have a bed at home to sleep peacefully – how unbelievable lucky are we?