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Rummuser Immobilized

I'm sad right now.  My dear rakhi brother and fellow Indian blogger Rummuser is helpless and unable to blog at the moment.  He is suffering from a slipped disc in his neck.  I miss him terribly. Apparently, it will take some time for him to make a full recovery. Why oh why did this have to happen when I'm doing National Blog Posting Month?  He's my greatest commenter.  Posting on a blog seven days a week can be tedious.  No-one's going to come and comment seven days a week no matter how much they love your writing.  But Rummuser does.  He comments on every post I write.  Naturally, he can't do that now.  I'm missing him terribly.

Rummuser has great faith in God.  His personal vision of God is the Hindu elephant headed deity, Ganesha.  Ganesha is loved by one and all as he is a cheerful and happy version of God.  I telephoned Rummuser the other day like a good sister, to check up on his progess.

"How are you?" I asked him.

"Oh, fine! Don't worry," he said. "Ganesha is looking after me."

"Manisha?  Who is Manisha?"  I asked, instantly suspicious. I had visions of a gorgeous woman attending to him.

It took a minute or two to clear up the misunderstanding.  We had a good laugh over it.  The last time I phoned him (this morning to be precise) there was still no sign of Manisha.  I think he would like it if there was.

Anyway, I shall continue to pray for his full  recovery.  Which will hopefully be sooner rather than later.

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