Bee,
Looks like any season is a rainy season in God's own country ! Rain rain everyday - but come March-April, the Government goes on its power cut schedule. On the dot. With the unscheduled rains come varieties of cold, fever and the works. When home concoctions and grand mother's recipies don't work, one goes to a doctor. The doctor, these days have a long list at his / her disposal- Dengue, Chikungunya, tomato fever, HINI, stomach flu, viral... etc. Even a primary school child nowadays can cite these symptoms and rattle off these names just like he is ordering 'ala carte.' Kerala, so infested with fevers of all kinds for all seasons, still remains God's favourite, we are told.
Cold and cough had been my last week's highlights. Antibiotics dried up the system. Tablets to help one sleep (on my request)presented dreams such as leg-less elephants, fire flies turning into dragons, never-ending, winding roads, plum cakes as big as 200 square feet and lots of gigantic ants ! Man ! truly. Feel as if I had just been out of a torture camp.
Head is slighlty feeling lighter. And efforts to tie the nose that was running are near successful. Beginning to smell the air for a change from the Indo-Sri Lankan balms!
With this let me end the flu bulletin.
Jayawewa! ( by the way, that is Sinhalese)
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