Selective Amnesia

To hell with it

When your body’s burning up, when your feet and your fingers are sending regular reminders to your brain (which meanwhile is pounding the inside of your skull) via a mechanism known as pin-pricks, all you can think of is how to turn your experience into a blog post. For instance, you think of describing the shivering as a train rumbling through a station.
You know, those deserted, single platform affairs that usually are shown in Tamil movies which have either the hero or the heroine returning from jail. Yes, that one
Your shiver starts of at the feet, a gentle, distant rumble. You feel the train coming close, but you still have time to jump across the tracks. Then the shiver reaches your hip, your spine. Now you are well and truly in it. Your body convulses in its place. The train’s in the station, yet picking up speed. Now the shiver’s reached your teeth. The train’s gone but the tracks clang and shake, and so do your jaws. A horrible, brittle ‘clack clack’ is all you are left with. And then it begins all over again