Dazzling grace flowing by, gleaming in the morning light
A living robe flank either sides, both motionless and bustling kinds
From the stillness of the sky, shall the fowl descend in flight
Seeking pap with eager dives, as thy attire ripples by
For the past couple of days, I had been getting the déjà vu vibe. It became official today morning when I took a nonchalant whiff out of the processed coconut/ginger/green chili mix that Aisal prepared. After clearing round one a couple of weeks back, it looks like my arch-nemesis has decided to stick around for the next bout. While man races toward the nearest planet and explains the creation of the universe, it seems a bit ironic that he should lose count of the times the common flu has prevailed over him.