When I am unwell—my body drained by fever and the very act of resting becoming wearisome—everything outside my room suddenly seems so appealing. I long to wander outdoors, reaching as far as the distant horizon visible through the window. I yearn to fly up and touch the milky clouds drifting across the blue sky, to stroll for a while in the shade of a distant tree, or simply to walk aimlessly along the road visible from my window.
Dr Firdaus Khan
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