Two doses daily. It’s been going on from the past 3 days. Seems my vocal chords have somehow developed a new fascination for mime. And it was even worse when my brother said that my current state of voice reminded him of Nickelback. Amidst his statement, I didn’t want my voice to be further compared with other male musicians and so I decided to keep shut. Plain S-H-U-T! Not talking to anybody made me feel I lost 5 pounds and not talking to anyone for two days in a row sort of gave me an alarming impression that I was about to vanish. At the same time nobody seemed as frustrating as for the first time everybody stayed out of my business! For the first time I just listened to what others had to say. A monologue was pretty much different from the usual dialogue, for they knew that nobody from the other side would question them or try to change the topic. Or maybe because in that moment there was no concept of asking them to just shut up. And trust me I’ve literally become accustomed to splitting headaches for I’ve heard everything ranging from how my chachi couldn’t find a chic purple footwear all over Calcutta or how a neighbour’s cat ate my maid's fish! That one moment where instead of your own routinely drama, you get to be the audience of dramas in your immediate vicinity of radius five. How you realize that everybody has a dramatic life but what really distinguishes them are the characters portrayed by each one in our respective lives? I would have written more but now my seven year old niece will read me out her Aesopica because she promised me that she won’t let me get bored till I get my voice back. :)
