It's hot outside. Normal, because time is summer, that too middle of May. Right now, darkness has fallen, but even couple of hours before, outside was blindingly sunny. Have I told before I live in a suburb city of Kolkata, named Chandannagar. Some may know this name as it is one of the four french colonies of pre-independence time. Although I am a proud inhabitant of this city, still what I think about it is it's still a citylet i.e. miniature version of a proper city having all the features of proper full size city but lacks the quality. Though we don't talk much about quality here in West Bengal, but still that is that.
Now strange thing is that I am talking so much about my city. It's not that I am leaving it, or something very striking has happened to city, or anybody asked me to write blog about my city. Not to mention , nobody asks me to write anything. Period. The real reason is lot of time I have and I am not being able to spend it in my way. Of-course I am not tethered to anything that I used to be in my childhood because of very well mannered behaviour. But, yes.... in a way I am. I am having diarrhea and I am not being able leave the toilet area very confidently.Hence all the time, hence all the frequent talk.
8 times from the morning I have sat on the commode, and after all those trip, I am having doubt I am no more a vertebrate. May be something has liquefied my inner core, my flesh, my bones, hasn't even left the soul unaltered. Right now what am I? An amoeba? For the firs few times, I was bit relaxed that at least there is pegment, yellow pigment somewhere in my body. But later, it went paler and then colourless then turner me into amoeba. A transparent organism who feeds solid particles laden in liquids and excretes the same form.
One doctor came in the evening, he is our long time family physician and quite smart. But I don't know how the hell today he did ask that question! He first asked how many times and then it came. How does it smell! Shit smells like shit, man! Why asking?! Whose shit on this plane smells good? and how exactly anyone is supposed to draw any resemblance to make one understand how it smells! Is he insane or something?! Anyway, he gave some medicine, probably some anti-amoebic drugs and the flood may be on check. At least that ever-lasting eruptive feeling in the stomach is not there anymore. But yet again, I am not sure whether I have got my spines or not. So, finger crossed...
8 times from the morning I have sat on the commode, and after all those trip, I am having doubt I am no more a vertebrate. May be something has liquefied my inner core, my flesh, my bones, hasn't even left the soul unaltered. Right now what am I? An amoeba? For the firs few times, I was bit relaxed that at least there is pegment, yellow pigment somewhere in my body. But later, it went paler and then colourless then turner me into amoeba. A transparent organism who feeds solid particles laden in liquids and excretes the same form.
One doctor came in the evening, he is our long time family physician and quite smart. But I don't know how the hell today he did ask that question! He first asked how many times and then it came. How does it smell! Shit smells like shit, man! Why asking?! Whose shit on this plane smells good? and how exactly anyone is supposed to draw any resemblance to make one understand how it smells! Is he insane or something?! Anyway, he gave some medicine, probably some anti-amoebic drugs and the flood may be on check. At least that ever-lasting eruptive feeling in the stomach is not there anymore. But yet again, I am not sure whether I have got my spines or not. So, finger crossed...
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