Coffee, a book, the rains and a corner with an open french window

I woke up this morning with a terrible sprain. The pain was excruciating. It ran down from the nape all the way to the corner of my right shoulder – pretty taxing! I was hoping to have some brown bread sandwiches with my hot cup of coffee, but with bread not in stock at home and me having minimal energy to step out with the pain, I decided to relish my coffee with some honey and get back to writing.

The weather forecast apparently coincides with mine, showing rain and thunderclouds later in the day. This would call for another nice hot cup of coffee, glued to a book in hand and sitting by the window gazing at the bright green outside, smelling the wet mud and listening to the drizzle and then the heavy pour.

Yanni never fails to impress me with The rain must fall. I would like to give the credit of being introduced to his music solely to my father. As the day progressed, I continued to hope for the pain to magically vanish as I kept typing and trying to move my head in clock and anti-clockwise rotations, alternating with some arm movements. At one point, I gave into Amrutanjan*.

I resort to some other gimmicks to divert my attention from the pain and take a peek at the news, looks like while Joe Biden is busy asking the Trump administration to take urgent action against the rising COVID cases in the US, an actor decides to recycle his mother’s old saree to stitch some clothes for himself and his kids, while a sensible governance in one of the states in India has decided to ban the usual fire crackers and is encouraging green ones instead (which I assume is eco-friendly), wonder how that works? In midst of all this, there is no stopping the Snowbirds from traveling south irrespective of the pandemic.

Some failed attempts at a level of candy crush and wanting to have a bath but postponing it and waiting in anticipation for the pain to subside led to a dozen changes in posture. My comfort food was of little solace, so I continued to write. As I was about to grab my second cup of coffee, it started to drizzle and then rain with some lightning and thunder.

Grey skies
Green ‘n’ Grey
Windy and rainy

The one thing I am not in a position to do right now is read a book, but if I had to, it would be The Grass Harp by Truman Capote. I have been wanting to read it in a while now, but haven’t had a chance yet. With some muscle crackling sounds on and off, the pain finally began to subside and turning my neck to the right seemed a little less problematic, while getting sleep or turning sides is still going to be a long haul.

*Amrutanjan: a pain balm used to cure common colds, headaches and sometimes even other forms of sprains and joint pains (mostly in India)

**Saree: A garment consisting of a length of cotton or silk elaborately draped around the body, traditionally worn by women in South Asia

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