Wednesday, 2 November 2011

A Common Enemy

Sniff... sniff... sneeze... ahchoo.....achoo.... sniff... 

I don't recall any poet writing about what a trial seasonal change is. They make it sound all so beautiful. It's not always. It brings its share of blues - in this case the common cold. 

The last time I had a cold it was nothing short of a catastrophe. Imagine blowing your nose all day and still feeling like a leaky tap. Imagine washing those soiled handkerchiefs afterwards. But that wasn't the worst. No matter what you do, you can't speed the departure. A cold is like a boring tiresome guest that sticks to you like a leech and refuses to budge no matter what you do.

Thus, it teaches you patience. Of course, the price is steep(I vividly recall having black coffee sans sugar with pepper, turmeric and ginger in it) but eventually you do feel pride at having bested such a foe. 

So, next time you succumb to this aliment grab a paper and pen. At least then the world can have a piece of prose or a poem on this common menace.

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