I hate and love. You ask, perhaps how that can be? I know not, but I feel the agony.

I’ve fallen pretty ill the past 4 days, fever raging and all sickly symptoms.

But the sweetest thing that came out of it, wasn’t the cough syrup that the old fogey doctor dished out, but this endearing chap who kept the sick hag company during that period, acceding to almost all her willful demands, requests and what nots.

4 days of unadulterated bliss of being cared for, with the world centered around ME. It’s not just gratifying for the lonesome soul, but more so indulging for the foolishly smitten self, moonstruck by him.

Hopelessly fallen into the love trap.