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Wednesday, 25 April 2012



I have a strong cough and cold from last three days. It’s been pretty difficult. I have been taking a cough syrup regularly but there is absolutely no improvement. I kept on saying to myself that I needed to visit a doctor but I consciously kept on delaying. I thought I will be fine the next day.

But it’s not getting any better. I think I must go to the doctor. But there is so much work at office that I am neck deep in work. It is such a mess. I am feeling irritable. Earlier my nose was running and now it is blocked. Why, why, why- why this had to happen when I am so busy? I want something that gives me instant relief.

All the medicines and syrups boast of instant relief but the reality is far from it. To tell you the truth- I am sorely missing my mom’s home made brews. My mom is a genius. I remember when I was a kid and used to get cold or small wounds- she would scold me for wanting to pop pills. She would always say that natural things are the best medicines.

My mom had learnt the golden recipes of making brews from her mom. She would make the brew (which looked most distressing) and lovingly used to ask me to drink it. I used to throw a lot of tantrums and finally drink it with a wrinkled nose. But I must say- those brews used to be magical. I used to get fine in no time.

My mom would often try to tell me the recipes. I used to snap and feel highly irritated. I was simply not interested in those boring herbs. Now I feel bad. I think my mom wanted to pass on her legacy to me. She wanted to teach me the golden recipes she had learnt from her mom. I hate myself for all the foolish behavior.

Oh God!!!!!!!i can’t breath now. I think I should use some nasal spray. All the papers are lying in a heap. I need to arrange them also. There is so much work at office. Oh no- now the door bell is ringing. All the things always happen at the wrong time.

Let me go and see who is there. I must take your leave now. Please take care. Bye.

The ‘common man’ opened the door and was greeted by a bear hug- something that only one person could give him in the world- and that was his mom. Common man’s ‘red nose’ hastened the matters a little and the he found himself drinking a hot cup of his mom made brew. The nose was no longer blocked and world became happy again.

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