A sore throat can bring lots of memories to the forefront....... like this one which took place a couple of years ago......
I had just graduated from being a bathroom singer to a cubical singer when I first met Bhopu. I have a penchant for humming songs in the most absurd places (include a bathroom in that list as well) and at all odd times of the day. And when I am in the mood (which people have a lot to be scared of in case they are not insured), I can belt out songs like Geetha Dutt incarnated.
*clap-clap*...ya...ya...thanks a ton (for the sarcasm)....
Well......too much of 'singing' drove Bhopu up the wall. But hey..... who cared ;-)?
But (as all good things which come to an end), a severe sore throat forced me to keep my mouth shut lest I croak like a frog and instigate (a chorus) other male frogs.
I still remember the surprised look Bhopu threw at my silent coutenance the very first day. “Don't tell me you are working...” was his questioning remark.
“Well...I won't”...I retorted with as much dignity possible that could be managed with a croaky voice.
Two days passed and there was still no forthcoming sign of even a hum.
Until one fine day, Bhopu burst out with “Hey......just because I said something to the effect of ‘Shut up’, you do not have to literally shut up. Right?”
I managed to croak, “Tee hee...... don’t tell me you missed my ‘soulful’ renditions”.
And even after all these years, I still remember the answer, “You never know what you miss unltil you experience the lack of it.”
And the corollary is..... you never realise the worth of an individual...... until you experience the void left behind .....