I've discovered that I can make a post in here only when I am feeling sick—mentally or physically, if not deeply disturbed or depressed. So the more you see this place inactive or stagnant, understand that I am a happy man, seeing, doing, saying and hearing things which makes me feel glad. But then there are times when the virus hits the fan and you run for cover. This post is dedicated to my long forgotten tonsil glands that brought back sweet memories of my childhood by playing up for more than a week, got me ended up in a bed, with a squashed ant's perspective of the world.
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