There were two survival mandates for the month of June. One of them is already in jeopardy. You drank hot things, took hot showers, closed the windows, and turned off the fan, turning the room into a stuffy mess. Yet, the cold found you. Thus starts the jeopardy: first an itchy throat, then a runny nose, then the search for sneeze as relief. Now you pace the room at midnight in a hoodie, sweating, swatting at mosquitoes in the dark. There are many ways to lose your voice. One of them is cold. Another is death. All of them wait for you in the streets, like a lazy man’s boogeyman. What he doesn’t know is that none of them respects privacy, especially death. But you know this. So, don’t be that lazy man cowering in the room. Even with the cold and the sore throat, you always have to be finding your voice. And even when there’s no evidence to corroborate it, you can choose to declare that the revival is complete.
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