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I had been feeling tired. Very tired. Right when I would get up in the morning, I would feel exhausted. Couldn't sleep enough, wasn't eating enough.

The reason. I told everyone - I'm going home soon - so it's just restlessness. I didn't really believe this. Restlessness doesn't mean feeling drained without doing anything.

Yesterday I spoke with RH about this. I told him that I'm trying to be healthy - I eat some fruit and play, at the same time continue to poison my body. He suggested that mixing different lifestyles can be difficult for the body to comprehend. He asked me if I understood how my body reacts to different things. I said, not at all.

My body and I have had a good relationship over all these years. I made a deal with her long back. I told her, I can't take care of you very well, so it's better that you don't misbehave. And that she did very well. Until now.

Last night RH came over, after a lovely dinner at the lovely Thai restaurant. I spoilt all his plans of editing in the lab :) I wasn't feeling very good - kept sneezing from time to time (for those of you who don't know, I sneeze thrice in a row, ALWAYS!). The worst was later at night when the sneeze would come up to my nose and just sit there - teasing me - refusing to get out.

I got up today feeling warm - not the nice, happy kind. I've been telling everyone that it's amazing how I haven't fallen sick since I came here. I used to get fever every time the weather took a turn back home. Here, nothing. Is it the air? The cleanliness? The food? The water? No. It's just that I don't have a thermometer or a Mom here. I may have fallen sick, but there was no way to find out for sure, and so it was easy to ignore and eventually I would feel better.

Today, it was annoying. The stupid teasing sneeze (which continues till now), no energy, and feeling warm was enough to officially call in sick. I decided to use my mother's medicine box (which is equal to two shoe boxes) the first time in the nine months that I've been here, and took a crocin.

Chatted with a blogger friend for the first time, and enjoyed that strange closeness and candidness that comes with being blogger friends :)
Spoke to my sis and realized that baby T could have potentially been seriously hurt when he fell off the bed the night before. He seems to be okay, thankfully.
After some more half hours laying in my bed, tears started flowing effortlessly. Didn't know why, or what caused it. Didn't have the energy to understand what was going on. Images of Delhi flashing in my head. Thoughts of Baby T's vulnerability. Went to wash my face and saw it in the mirror. I was missing home. Terribly.
Took a deep breath and headed out for a short walk in the sun. Came back sneezing. Saw some TV. The harsh sun soon gave way to a sudden storm. Clouds thundered. Just like they do at home. The sound of the rain put me to sleep.

Got up feeling better. Cured, almost. It was just a fever. Nothing more.