They've always had a liking towards me. They attack me like they've never met a human being before. Hungry for love, for my blood with utmost passion. At times more than two speed towards me with a hum that is characteristically theirs'. A sound which vibrates in my ears for some time. Perhaps, due their affection for my ears, or the buzz that never leaves the proximity of my precious ear.
I've warded it with many mechanical and chemical means. Trying to inflict pain upon it appears impossible. Fleeing away with new-found energy, they are on the lookout for another victim. Somebody who can provide it blood. Blood for it's existance.
Itching is initiated. A response from the body, which informs me that somebody is sucking my blood. At my loss. On studying it's biology, the mouthparts are made in accordance with it's needs. A god-given gift. How i wish, creation had provided me with defences to foil it's plan. Something that turns out to be very useful. A thick and tough skin, proving it's worth in hindering the process of piercing my otherwise soft skin. Eyes, which can track it's path, successfully. A brain which'll inform me of it's direction of flight, with efficient foresight.
Maintaining a strict vigil on my movements, they charge at me from nowhere. Be it any place, while i'm resting on my sofa, rocking my chair gently, during the time spent in front of the computer. Clever that they are, they do not wish to stay apart even for the night. I'm woken up in the middle of the night by their ever-resounding hum. Only to my chagrin, even when the mosquito-net is in place. I swear and swear. Hitting at them, performing gymnastics on my bed, in the end, i give up.
'Boss, you rule!' A thick layer of mosquito repellant cream is applied. Believing that these creams do function their best in my regard, i again enter a world of dreams.
I think, i'm a record holder for the largest number of mosquito bites at a given point of time. Five red, itchy swells on each foot is quite an achievement. With an often-practised bite, each one lasts for a week, growing in size, resulting in a welt.
Honey, please can you spare me for some time. All i can do is plead.
Dearest nosquito, will you consider my request?