With a running nose and tiered eyes, she sat in front of me.
My inner-mind urged me to hide under the table. But I didn’t do that. How can I? I scolded my inner-mind for being so rude and for lacking the much needed compassion.
I continued to sit there and do my work. Occasionally I would observe that she was sneezing. I noticed that her nose was red.
Cold is common, I told myself. I consoled myself that I am immune to it. But, my inner-mind remained unconvinced.
Gradually, as the Sun started getting fiercer, I started catching a headache. Pangs of hunger, I told myself. Hunger can evoke headache, I argued.
But, in spite of a sumptuous lunch, the headache refused to go.
As the Sun started getting mellower, something started itching in the insides of throat too. So, I had hot ginger tea.
Dear Sun, was slowly letting the crescent moon to take in-charge. But, the headache continued and that uncomfortable feeling in the throat remained. I packed my stuffs and left office.
It has to be hunger; I tried to fool myself once again and had an early dinner.
Applying as much balm as possible, I hit the bed early. Lack of proper sleep and too much of travel, I thought to myself.
Finally, in the middle of the night, I got up. I couldn’t swallow the saliva. Neither could I breathe properly.
Ah! How fool I was. I was trying to fool my dear body?!
Oops! It was common cold indeed, from the very beginning.
I was too tiered.
Yet I could not sleep.