Jaya Ganesha
I am wrapped up in a grass colored shawl with little Ganeshas printed all over it. I’ve kicked off my flip-flops and I’m bundled into a ball on my office chair, shivering.
For the first time in two years, I am coming down with some sort of bug. I can feel it creeping up in the back of my throat, scratching at my sinuses, and pumping chills through my body.
The last time I was sick, I was on assignment in downtown Toronto, reporting on tow-truck drivers who lost their operating licenses. I arrived late for the hearings, ended up missing the story, and stayed for half a day digging up records from the secretarial office. I wrote a really good, juicy story in the end (as juicy as municipal courts can be), but probably drained my inner resources, as I wound up sick in bed that night, unable to move, shivering and miserable.
At 1 in the morning, I gathered enough strength in myself to throw on a few layers of sweaters and pants, made my way to the street and walked to the emergency room. I remember feeling so alone, with no one to call, and I laid in the hospital bed crying.
It turned out to be a 24-hour thing and I felt better by the next night.
There is nothing in me today that feels like crying. I might feel cold and weak, but my heart is pumping with joy that it’s Friday, and that I will be able to go home in a few hours, get in bed, and snuggle with my favorite person.
Ganesha is the son of Siva, and he is very loyal. He has a round belly because he likes to eat sweets, and his nature is also very sweet.
