I hate winter

I hate winter. There is nothing good about winter expect for Momos, mosquitoes less nights, Oranges. Why the good damn winter has to come to show up its face every year. When ever winter is around I am terrorized with the curse it brings upon me. I act like fanatic.

The reason behind this is every winter I get fever. “Fever what’s wrong with a fever” you might say. But its not an ordinary fever, it will drain our all my energy. It has power to control my body temperature to a level of 103F. I sweat like dog. It seems no “panit-pati” will work.

Whenever this evil winter is outside my door my throat starts to hurt. Every night I will feel some uncomfortable itching in my throat sometimes accompanied by slight pain. Then one day the pain will burst. It will do what Trojan horse did to Troy. My pain will increase to a level where I cannot sallow my saliva leave alone the food. My back will also have pain esp on the left side. Then the fever strikes all around my body. There is not a single joint in my body which I cannot feel. Even I lay still the pain is always there. Every passing second it will keep on wrenching my bones like Dhobi twisting wet clothes to get water out of it.

I become weak, helpless like a handicap. Not even able to eat the foods which I know will make me stronger to fight with this fever.

This happens to me every year. It started I think during my BBS 3^rd year (2002 or 2003). The year I fell in love with this beautiful girl seating next to me. Before that I never have experienced such amount of pain in my life. I cried then ; I cry now; cried so hard, cried all day and night for two days. The most hurting thing for me was I could not eat or drink. Hot soups and other delicious foods were brought to me. I wanted to quaff them but I could not. My throat won’t allow it. My own throat would deceive me, my won flesh. Every thing I swallow would hurt my throat like some butcher cutting a live goat. The pain is unbearable, at least to me. It starts with pharynx and will last till the food crosses larynx. I hate this. I hate this so bad. I hate this more than the pain in my joint, the taste of all these medicines stick to my white tongue – I forgot to mention my tongue becomes white at that time. I have this more than anything else in this world.

Now I am in a same situation. Helpless, in suffering, crying because of pain. However the situation is slightly different. I am on my own. There is no one to bring me delicious foods and all. I drink water to relinquish my hunger because this maid of mine, she is witch. She is also the worst cook of this world. This morning I ate her food and I nearly puked. It tasted horrible. I miss my home, my comfort. Uff this sickness, it is making me sicker.