I am down with severe throat infection and woke up to find in horror that I cannot speak. The words just refuse to come out. I tried to ring up my mom in India.
“Bahhh,” I went off.
Already in her eighties, my mom wondered which ghost was haunting her.
“Bahhhh..bhooooah?” she replied.
After minutes of struggle and a couple of dirhams lost as phone charge, I convinced her it’s me.
Then I went for my walk.
The tailor of Max mall, a daily acquaintance, expected me to scream as usual “Hiiiiiiii.”
Seeing me mum and just waving, he rushed, shook hands and asked, “How’s everything?”
“Bahhh,” I replied.
“You are always funny,” he laughed and patted me on my back. Actually he slapped me in the guise of a pat.
“No fun. Throat gone for a toss,” I managed to tell him through sign language.
Thank God, yesterday when my boss rang up to ask about the progress on report about Dubai Aquarium tank leak, I was OK.
Otherwise, my job would have gone for a bahhhhhh.