Again it is a Sunday, I have nothing to do really.
My friend Nalini came home. She is a lovely lady with good cheer, and ever active.
Seeing me ,relaxing in my arm-chair, she chided me being lethargic .
I tried to convince her saying, that as it is a Sunday, I am taking it easy.
Murmuring to herself, might be she said in a low tone almost inaudible, that I am always like that.
Well, to keep her in a good humour, I told her about my thoughts on mosquitoes.
She threw her towels in disillusionment. “It is mosquitoes . You do not have anything else to think .”
I kept her at bay.
I gave her a long lecture on the appearance of mosquitoes, on the harmful bites, and on the amount of malaise it causes.
The tiny dark insect ,almost 1/8 inches in size,has created extreme danger to humanity.
The life cycle of mosquito ,is in four stages, eggs, larvae, nymphs and blood sucking adult.
The mosquitoes breed in water-logged areas.
They survive in comfort in the most depleted condition.
The multiply in hundreds.
The male mosquito feeds from plant nectar.
The female adult is the most deadliest of all insects.
The bite is so stinging , that the most vigorous one causes a bumps .
The bites mostly lead to serious diseases like malaria and dengue.
The menace is devastating during rainy season.
The fogging by civic authorities will lessen the havoc.
The spraying with pesticides will have a positive effect.
The application of chemical repellents also create allergies.
The beat way to eliminate the rapid breeding is to clear the water-logged muddles and keep the places dry and clean.
Nalini was listening to me in rapt attention. I was happy to note that.
But ,when I called her “Nalini, Nalini”, she did not respond. Then ,after shaking her, she woke up as if from a reverie,and mumbled” yes, yes, what do you want?
My heart sank.
Truly appearances are deceptive, as the little mosquitoes show their might, and as Nalini drowns herself in sleep., with eyes wide open.
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