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I am a relatively very healthy girl (at 25 I do qualify for a girl, okk!). I can jog upto 2 kms and eat in good amounts and shift furniture in the house and change the wheels of the car, etc. etc. In short most things that typical ‘girlish girls’ can’t do, I can. And I am kinda happy with my macho-girl image. The reason is that I don’t like to ask for help for every small thing (it is my idea of feminism and all that but I will avoid discussing it here.. will do it in some other post some other time).

Okk, but I too fall ill and I fall ill only in one fashion- allergic cold. I am hyper sensitive to dust and all things unclean (and in India it is not hard to come across such things). And if by mistake my hands reach near my nose after I have touched a surface that is not wiped clean then God help me! Because for the next three days all you will find me doing is S..N..E..E..Z..I..N..G my lungs (heart, stomach, liver, kidneys…) out all through the day in a huge napkin. At times I am even prompted to use a towel but then I control my whims.

So all in all I am in deplorable state physically and everyone around me is annoyed with my condition. But I am not because now I am accustomed to it. I know exactly how many days does it take and when it will subside and all of that.

But I maintain that poise ONLY till my husband, Abhi, is not around me. As soon as I see him somehow a bout of self-pity overtakes me and my mind starts reasoning “Whhhy me, God??:( ” (i never ask that to God when I am having chocolate ice creams) and my behavior forces Abhi to consider that if he doesn’t attend me right away I might just expire. I constantly debate myself saying that I can manage it and I was fine just a while ago and no need to act so childish, blah, blah, blah. But even when I am debating I am actually acting like an attention-hungry-five-year-old.

And then comes the best part about falling ill. He would see my pitiable face and hug me and tell me that its ok and God has no ill-feelings for me and its not the first time that I have fallen ill, and all the other things that I KNEW only until he arrived. And then he would put me to bed and apply Vicks (i know its a brand and that its not the worldwide name for mentholated creams but we Indians are so accustomed to Vicks and Colgate that all OTC medicines related to cold are Vicks and all tooth-pastes are Colgates! ). He would rub it on my chest and neck and on the forehead and even put some INSIDE my nose (the yuckiest part as you would imagine but the most effective nonetheless) and treat me like a child.

And I ENJOIIIIIIIIIIII it to the core. I make sure that I am pampered and I enjoy my overindulgence in Vicks! It is one of the loveliest moments of my marriage and I would not trade it for anything. I have tried a lot of tricks and tactics to overcome the allergic cold for good but honestly have never felt sorry when neither of them have yielded results. I enjoy my small reason for being spoilt even if it costs me three whole days and a hell looooooottttttt of misery!! Thank you Abhi for making me enjoy my illness.

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