Have you ever tried writing with a runny nose, reaching for the kerchief every five words? I personally end up cussing, something a lady wouldn’t ever do, and I so want to be a lady! My literary talents are on hold, it seems artistic flair and sneezes do not mix. Usually, I have had several ideas, good and bad (disproportionately) in my head, all artistic of course, but the more I’m sneezing, the more blank I’m getting! As if, all that is going out into my handkerchief also contains my pretty good (if I may say so) writing abilities! So to sneeze or not to sneeze, that is the question; can one swallow them?
Okay, I think my brain is affected! My cold has extended into my head!
Wait a moment! (Cobwebs of my head clearing) This is India, August 2009! Oh, no, no, no! I have allergy, you thinkers! Any scientists or doctors out there? Allergic Rhinitis? Hypersensitivity Type I Reaction? Immunoglobulin E? That’s what I have… please slow down… nothing as sinister as that stupid pig’s thing!
Anyways, when I’m not well, (especially with blowing my nose every few seconds) I’m cranky, irritated, pissed off, difficult, bitchy, rude, quarrelsome (No, normally I am not these… not at all… well, almost not) So given my very vibrant and spontaneous personality, I’ve already acted on these. And… I’m feeling sorry! Why do we end up hurting the people we love the most? And, then there are our respective prides (which is more often than not ‘ego’, in my case).
I wonder, how to begin, where to start, how to say, whatever I shout, however I misbehave, I always love you more… Pride is nothing where you are!
P.S. I am completely a lunatic! Took me long enough to realize that! Immature, I already know! Sigh!