Fever makes you lose control.
Your dreams break into little pieces
Chasing one another madly beneath closed eyelids.
Edges dissolve, images blur,
Voices take a long time to penetrate the fog
That wraps tightly around your head and presses upon your chest,
Bringing down your defences.
But in this too is a lazy pleasure.
Let go, surrender, stop trying to make sense of it all.
Lie back. Enjoy your fever.
Manas Chakravarty is consulting editor, Mint.