I just met a super-round, very happy soul who pulled my leg for eating ice cream at 8 pm at night and then going to sleep. He also reprimanded my love for all things sugary and sweet. He did it with so much panache that I had to chuckle through my aching tonsils.
News flash! Apparently, oranges, watermelon and mosambi can aggravate throat inflammation. I obsessively eat oranges hoping they’ll keep me from catching a cold or cough. Guess who is laughing raspily now?
To not be able to speak **and** eat sugar? I might as well have been swallowed up by the Earth, much like Sita accepted her fate when Ram suspected her character after she was abducted by Raavan.
Two things make me, me: excessive sugar and talking. One gives me the energy to talk and the other gives me peace of mind. Thoughts always have to be freely expressed. Perhaps most of my thoughts, of late, in certain aspects of my life haven't been expressed freely enough. Hence, clearly, I've caught a severe case of laryngitis.
The body simply reacts in ways the mind cannot. Perhaps I'm not speaking enough. Or, if I have to be factually correct, it's probably all the varieties of sugar I've been consuming with the kind of glee that comes from the utter confidence that I will somehow not end up looking like a baby walrus.
Sigh.
I'm off to catch some shut-eye, keep my mouth shut and stay away from sugar for the next couple of days.
Cue infinite sighs now.