In between crocin, thunderous outpourings of threatening rain, dirty muddy feet, concerned telephone calls,endless cups of ada cha, familial worries and steamy chicken soup, I realised that no matter how hard I try and wrestle with these silly frogs in my throat, they will always emerge victorious and I will be the vanguished. The croaking sounds are amusing and can provoke me to break into laughter. Only, the throat hurts too much. To look on the brighter side of things, I have a "grainy voice" now (a la Farhan Akhtar). Only I can't play a guitar and don't have such cool hair :(
In other news, I have two Followers. Rise, Sir Sandy and Sir Saptarshi. You have been knighted!