I’m down with a mild viral infection that makes me sleep only one hour a day. I feel feverish, but I’m just borderline warm. I have a headache and runny eyes, but my nose is functioning fine.
The good thing is I no longer fall sick often; this is the first time in six months. However, it has stolen my appetite. The only thing I can manage is humble chicken soup with its clear broth and colorful vegetables that look like an underwater expedition. It warms my body and soul and lifts my spirits for a short while.
Here’s to getting better and finishing an ambitious write-up on the status of reproductive health in India.
Fingers in symphony 