coldarin plus

After sleeping for more than 18 hrs, and loosing interest in doing any serious stuff; I found this pretty interesting. Let us get in to the depth of the matter. How does a person suffering from common cold feel?
It feels as if both of your cheeks have been served as stuffed potatoes to you. Your head in being used as an amphitheater for ossy osbourne’s rock show. The spinal cord seems to have lost interest in supporting you. You feel tired as if have been back after a long journey. The bed looks to the worst enemy and the wind outside keeps enticing you. The worst part being the rain dropping from your eyes coupled with the nasal urination. You don’t know whether to rush to the basin each time or use your dirty handkerchief. I find the tissues to be the best solution.
For the initial two days no one cares about this sprouting devil, but the real game begins after that. The doctor comes into picture. He even starts playing games with you. Sit outside the chamber and wait for your tocken no. Face patients cursed by diseases even worse than yours. Keep shivering in the fan which looks no less than an ac in those conditions and then finally…. Enter the cabin. The doc looks to you as if nothing has happened to you and just after hearing that you are having cold wields three different tablets on the prescription.
Keep eating those tablets with a hope that you will get well soon but alas! The auspicious thing always happens on the fifth day no matter what so ever is the case…..

that night followed by the journey

I was sitting all alone on the basket ball court. I lacked company and was getting bored. The chill wind on the court had urged me to stay there for more than an hour. It was 10:30 in the night. I was lying down on the stairs, staring at the stars and wondering about miscellaneous things. Just then I heard a voice,” can you tell me till when is the girls hostel open?" The voice was magical, it had an unmatched melody. I turned around and found a 5 footed female. She was dwarfed but gorgeous. I replied -"Its open all through the night”, and offered her a seat beside me. She was a trainee from BBD, Lucknow and was there for some project. We started chit chatting. She was pretty artistic, she liked singing and drawing. We talked on various issues through the night till the sun was out. I had to catch a train to Jaipur in the evening. She seemed to be least interested in her project. We had our lunch together the next day too and finally it was the time for me to depart. I didn’t have my reservation, and guess what, the train was Jodhpur-Howrah. I was traveling all alone and wasn't interested in paying anything to the TT, nor was going to travel in the general bogie where there wasn't any space to even step in. As usual, I popped into my lucky bogie S-6. The train was over crowded; I somehow found some space for my bag below a seat but couldn't find any space for my self. I had to spend most of the 11 hours journey on the bogie gate. It was a cloudy day and I liked my special seat ......... was again all alone, staring into the stars......but this time there wasn't anyone around..... Sometimes some strangers too become special, though they never meet you again