My craving for winters this year is finally being attended to, a little late but nevertheless. With the sudden fall in the mercury, a sudden realisation has also dawned upon, or bounced back should I say - my abnormal intolerance to low temperatures. Despite being clad in my warmest jacket, the cold is getting to my bones. The blanket and quilt are my best friends now. With all my joints stiff, and fingers and toes crooked besides being stone cold one morning, I try to crawl out of the bed. I really deserve an award for doing that, by the way. There is no water in the bottle on the bedside table. In fact all the 3 water bottles in my room are empty. Ergo my attempts at thawing myself, with a glass of warm water, are thwarted. The kettle does not come with its own water faucet, sadly. As I make my way to the water filter, the sudden exposure kick starts the first installment of the sneeze fest for the day. In the process, I pull a muscle in my lumbar. After that, every bout of cough that I face hurts my back first, and throat later. As I limp my way back to the room, my head begins to freeze and ear begins to hurt. Lesson learnt: a lot more insulation needed henceforth. But until then, be kind to me old age!
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