I am sick. I have flu symptoms which is not a good sign as I can't take any medications. I had a sore throat this morning, its better now. I have this strong craving to eat the berry chat I used to eat outside school. They are sour and salty. The street vendors made cones out of newspaper and had those small berries in them with salt. Oh man! I can't believe that I am actually remembering that. I had completely forgotten about it. I really want that. I am also craving to eat hot dal with pickle. Oh Gosh! I am at work right and my body is hurting and I am craving all these things.

I am happy because I feel like eating today not like yesterday and day before when I detested everything. Yesterday finally, I felt better from the gastric state I was in because of eating masala dosa from outside. I will never eat any other masala dosa other than my mom's masala dosa.

It has been raining since yesterday. I love rain, it brings back memories of my childhood, of romance, of sleeping cosily in bed till late afternoons. It reminds of the trinkling barks outside my NY apartment. Of the number of times, I just sat alone all by myself looking deep into those barks with the water trickling down the window. A synchronized moment of my tears falling with the rain fall. Those moments of solitude. Then those moments when we were together just sitting in our room doing nothing, but watching the rainfall. I miss those moments and I miss YOU more than anything.

I was remembering the torrential, unmerciful rains of Bombay. What a beautiful, lively place! Kids playing in the rain, making boats, catching fish from the gutter, sitting on the swing on my terrace and getting wet in the raining. Unforgetable days, days that are exceptional. Right now, I am trying to keep all thoughts at one side esp. those of what I am going to do for the future. It is kind of stupid of me to make plans because there is no guarantee that my plans will be fulfilled the way I want them to. Also, my dad used to say you clap with two hands not one. I have made God my other hand. So left everything to him, he will guide my boat which doesn't have any direction at this time.

That's all for today. Feel the fever in the joints of my fingers.