stretched my legs under the office desk, only to have my heels tangled
in the cobweb of wires beneath. With my legs hanging in air, I sat still as an important piece of code was in progress and if by any chance
my heels pulled out the power cable, a whole day’s work would be gone.
With cat woman like motions, slyly I moved, saved my work and then one by
one untangled my heels from the wires. Sigh!! the struggles of life!!
the past two weeks my nose was in a temporary shutdown state. The
previous two weeks it was a leaking cauldron. And before that allergies
had built a mini home inside my sinus. This winter a
permanent fixture of my style statement was a tissue paper. Not the
Kleenex kind, but the sandpaper ones, like-hand towels. It was during this
time I discovered that Kleenex tissue makes me go into a catastrophic
sneezing fit. My cheeks displayed all the shades
of pink and red, while dark circles had spread into my socket.
Breakouts marked my hairline.
I complained about my flaring sinuses to
my hubby, who out of love(?!?) rubbed Amrutanjan all over my forehead,
nose and neck. Ohhh my dead lord!! I felt as if the red fire ants were
doing Hip hop all over my face.