Hmmm. I'm writing a post about colds...catching a cold, to be more specific. This, of course, sounds crazy to you. Assume that my mind's full of phlegm. Now I don't like this cold. I don't like coughing my guts out.I don't like my strawberry-nose. I don't like my voice sounding like my grandpa's. But I do like the endless cups of coffee and tea and dals and soups that I down with my Mum because of this cold. I do like the conversations that stem from these times. I like where they take me. Yeah. A lot of can happen over coffee. And colds.