I’ve been sick the past few days. It’s been so bad that for a while I doubted if I would ever recover.The last two days were the worst, especially with people visiting to check on my health and all I could get out of my throat was a *cough*. I’m feeling a lot better today, so hopefully my body has started responding to the antibiotics and is not wasting away (which is a little far-fetched) because judging by my girth, it’s likely that I’m doing just the opposite.
I don’t know what’s wrong with my body, but I never lose weight when I’m sick. Infact, I get so bloated when I’m sick that I suspect myself of somnambulist bingeing.
But, I digress. The point is this morning I woke up and felt better. The cough had lessened to a dry hack (so much more enjoyable than a wet one), the fever was nothing more than a raging headache and intermittent chills, the nausea only manifested itself when I thought about excessively disgusting activities like eating. My legs still felt like noodles though. I peeked at the mirror to get a closer look and a face with a disturbing resemblance to Quasimodo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame) stared back at me.
Feeling cheerful about my progress, I stumbled through the shower, made a few half-hearted passes with a comb at my mangled hair and brushed a couple of teeth. Although I have an excellent personality, in the real-world sense, I’m Cinderella before the fairy godmother, Elphaba before Glinda, the lovely Anne Hathaway before Disney. I am a woman awash with possibilities, simply waiting for the right person to come along, take over my wardrobe and grooming, and set me on the path toward elegance and beauty. Ma was that person!
We had a puja to perform at the temple today. Ma pulled out this beautiful baby blue sari with matching earrings and bangles for me to wear. After I was all dressed up, I went to show dad how I looked. The saree had transformed the Quasimdo into a swan. Yes, make-up and clothes can do wonders! I felt dad’s eyes moisten as he kissed me on the forehead and said, “our doll looks like a princess. We’ll miss you so much beta.” I will too miss them so so much.
I may look like the proverbial ugly duckling transformed into a beautiful swan but I am still a princess in my own l'le kingdom.
But, I digress. The point is this morning I woke up and felt better. The cough had lessened to a dry hack (so much more enjoyable than a wet one), the fever was nothing more than a raging headache and intermittent chills, the nausea only manifested itself when I thought about excessively disgusting activities like eating. My legs still felt like noodles though. I peeked at the mirror to get a closer look and a face with a disturbing resemblance to Quasimodo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame) stared back at me.
Feeling cheerful about my progress, I stumbled through the shower, made a few half-hearted passes with a comb at my mangled hair and brushed a couple of teeth. Although I have an excellent personality, in the real-world sense, I’m Cinderella before the fairy godmother, Elphaba before Glinda, the lovely Anne Hathaway before Disney. I am a woman awash with possibilities, simply waiting for the right person to come along, take over my wardrobe and grooming, and set me on the path toward elegance and beauty. Ma was that person!
We had a puja to perform at the temple today. Ma pulled out this beautiful baby blue sari with matching earrings and bangles for me to wear. After I was all dressed up, I went to show dad how I looked. The saree had transformed the Quasimdo into a swan. Yes, make-up and clothes can do wonders! I felt dad’s eyes moisten as he kissed me on the forehead and said, “our doll looks like a princess. We’ll miss you so much beta.” I will too miss them so so much.
I may look like the proverbial ugly duckling transformed into a beautiful swan but I am still a princess in my own l'le kingdom.
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