With a five-day fever that refuses to leave, yours truly has truly been under the weather.
Add to that sales galore and she unable to lift a pretty foot to step outside home to do justice to them. Quite a sad state of affairs, I must say.
So while the rest of the world enjoys savories in the rain outside, she has to stay cooped up at home, with only endless cups of tea to keep her company, and the odd stack of magazines that, despite their multi-colored hue, do little to add cheer to her life.
Then, there are the medicines that have to be popped into her unwilling mouth ever so often. Medicines which try to disguise their bitter, poisonous taste by their gaily-colored appearance, but which fail miserably. And the ever-smiling doctor who pats your feverish hand, trying to feed you a whole lot of jazz about how it is a seasonal fever, and how by the next day, you would be hopping like a tadpole - happy, sickness-free, sans the croaking voice. And who, smilingly, adds a couple more of those horrid medicines, while merrily pocketing your hard-earned money.
Of course, the last nail on the coffin is that TOOMA is not even in the country, which is understandably making her fret more.
The only silver lining is her trip to the colorful city of Jaisalmer, scheduled on July 26.
But even that is a fortnight away.
Till then, let her use Graham Bell’s invention, and act the role of whiny woman to perfection….
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