Another sick morning. Bad cold. Jammed throat, heavy head, a heavier heart and eyes that won't stop watering.

I sit on the single sofa with my head tilted back. I lit an incense stick in the living room to arouse my smelling senses. I made my special adarak ki chai for myself. I got up, left the bed, got ready and took an appointment with the doc I'd seen in the first week of last month.

I fall sick quite often. And it's okay. I've lived away from home a lot, so I can be by myself and take care of things too now. I didn't fall sick in Madras a lot. Only once in ten months. That's some kind of a record by itself. I try and tiptoe around monsoons and be super-cautious when the weather is bad here in Poona, nevertheless I fall sick. Again and again!