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!
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My throat is torturing me too.
*same pinch*
I too have a grainy voice now. It's gone worse after having ice-cream.
It's all because of my mum. She's been advised not to have salt till sundown on sundays so she buys two kinds of ice-cream EVERY sunday. and that's what she has for lunch. naturally I have ice-cream on sundays too, but she doesn't let me skip lunch!!!!!