The first shower of the season made me nostalgic, I went out to get some fun and drench as I did in the childhood.
My neighbors, hearing me sneezing hard poured advises, like what I should do and what should I take.
Mrs. Ayer brought black pepper Rasam, a good cure for the cold she informed while Mrs. Gupta was ready with ginger tea and did not rest until they have made me change my wet clothes and wrapped me with the blanket.
They started telling each other all sorts of stories about how a simple cold can cause pneumonia or some other dangerous disease if not treated properly and one even recited how her distant relative died after suffering from a simple looking cough and cold.
Between all this hullabaloo one thing became clear that everyone is a doctor of some sort and my neighbors, my true friends, loved and cared for me and me, 70 years old, was not a lonely and abandoned person in this world.