feeling yellow

a horrific week that has been a horrific month lies ahead. dehydrated in my hostel room, burning with fever, continuous vomiting, diagnosed with jaundice imprisoned in a multi specialty hospital becoming maniacal bout food. i have been there, seen it all.
with a mad statistician suggesting i act like a dead crow giving me utter bullshit bout karma, Geeta and rising above one self. my friend stealing charas from me, hallucinations about my next magnum opus(a novel idea bout a man dying of thirst) and about becoming a painter, my room mate mostly silently (at times violently) suffering it all, endless bottles of electrol. then admitted to a swanky hospital with a posse of keralite nurses taking care of my poor self.
but one sorrow remains... i have never craved for food as much as i do now, the maddening thought of biriyani recurs, i salivate at the thought of toasts i chart out imaginary feasts. all i have is boiled food and fruits. but i am home at last, away from the madding heat the furnace loo, tis nice to breathe again muggy air.
i retreat for its time to rest.