Fever Bytes

Source: ayumicassini.blogspot.com

I have been down with ‘The Fever’. It is a sick thing, I tell you. People come uninvited and seat themselves comfortably on the couch. What’s more, they also send across verbal menus: orange juice, fresh stew, garlic bread. This Fever tagged along with Dad one evening. When it had had enough of him, it came calling on Mom and finally on me. It parked its butt on the rear end of the glass thermometer and did a good tugging of the mercury.

Now, I detest the lying about part that the Fever necessitates. All you feel like doing is sleeping and when you wake up, your eyes still droop. I can do no reading and certainly no writing. What is even more irritating is the problem of SHOUTING. When I was in school and in bed with a hot water bottle, people talking in the other room would seem to be shouting in my ears. Birds singing on the clothesline would be screeching on my head. Now, my problem with ‘fever sounds’ is worse. I get very irritable and the quietest of sounds jars my hot head. Very trying for the dears who are trying to nurse me. To make up for this, I try and keep myself to myself for the most part.

See, the capital is gearing up for summer. You find campaigns and billboards that advertise thanda drinks, colourful mocktails, chilled panipuri, prickly heat powder, summer dresses. In the midst of all this, all you are drinking is black kaada (which has basil leaves and a host of herbs) and whatever you are wearing is covered with a bedsheet. Even good food doesn’t lift your spirits. If that isn’t morose, what is?

So, anyway, what you can gather from this little ramble is:

A, heed my humble advice. Avoid the sun in the afternoons/avoid thanda paani straight after you get inside/cut down on the ice cubes/stay away from running noses and coughing throats.

(But then again, did someone not say it is Healthy to get Seasonal Flu? Does wonders for the immune system. So you can conveniently forget whatever I said. Few things compare to the joy of refrigerated water on a hot, hot afternoon. :P)

B, and this is important, amazing smells are coming out from the kitchen. I am up and about and feeling quite hungry. That should speak for ‘The Fever’. It has been finally shown the door.

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