I have been a very sick puppy these last few days. And since I am so rarely sick, I don't often have the pleasure of listing every ache, pain and secretion in gross detail. So here goes. My right eye turned bright red. It was like the socket of doom which watched every move you made and winked leeringly. For added effect I lay in bed, covering everything up with a blanket except the EYE which needless to say freaked Ma out. In addition I was coughing up green slimy goo every 5 minutes which I dutifully collected in a rolled up handkerchiefs and tissues. meh heh heh. And then there was the don corleone's voice in which I demanded
1) Chicken soup (maggi soup would do, I am not unreasonable)
2) Hot chocolate (Milk - 3/4ths of large Cup, Chocolate powder - 4 heaped tablespoons)
3) Cha, Cha and more cha
That was Tuesday.
On Wednesday, I bunked office again and went to watch Finding Neverland with anubha who insisted on doing the most distracting things like diverting her boss's calls to my phone. Teeth grinding done softly in the dark interjected with TB coughs and anubha saying "You are dying, aren't you?"
Despite all this found film itself to be very sweet and unhurried. Subtle links between Barrie's adventures with the Davies family and the story of Peter Pan. Like Sylvia saying "Their father would have never let a dog into the house. He would've have had it tied up in the yard."
Best lines.
Peter: "But I'm not Peter Pan, he is." pointing to Barrie.
Barrie, pointing to the actor playing the nanny-dog "Can he have teeth?"
Producer (Dustin Hoffman)": He can have mine.
Hum...then bundled anubha off to office and went to CR Park to hug Shraddha in person for joining the ranks of 'The Employed.' Much tea-drinking, fish fry eating and general gaffing about till 8 pm which is when I went home to mother, hot water gurgling and more cha.
Being sick is very good for the soul I realise. Very happy.