Sketchopathy.

There seems to be some sort of a virus in the air.

You feel feverish, but the thermometer refuses to budge past 98.1.

So, you walk out of office when you find that you cannot focus on the task at hand anymore, ( not that you were great shakes at it when you were hale and hearty) and go home.

Lying on the bed makes you feel even more sick.

So, you get up and decide to sort some old pics.

You come across one which you started to sketch live at Jama Masjid, but could not complete, because you were rushed... and also, because it was a little too taxing to  balance a sketchbook standing on the stairs, when a tide of humans jostled up and down them.

The old brain - for the want of a better noun- creaks awake.

Your nostrils flare-  and you pick up the fountain pen.

Jama Masjid and the scene comes alive as you rapidly sketch.

it is amazing how sketching can totally make you perfectly well for the space of a good twenty minutes.

Guess I discovered a new branch of medicine called sketchopathy. 

Can I patent that?