This request comes from MondayMorningMadness i.e. my friend Somdatta Roychowdhuri. The topic is “Holes”.
The fox darted in the background, and slunk back into its den. “Shit.”
That was the last image Robert saw as he fell into the pit he had dug himself. That was 30 hours ago. It wasn’t the hunger, the thirst or the suffocation that got to him. It was the intense loneliness. The lack of any comforting words; the separation was agony, like darkness in his eyes and wool in his mouth. At any time, loud growls nearby would leave him shaking.
The fox snuck out to find food. It didn’t relish its freedom. Later, it crept back in.
Andy had been depressed for the longest time ever. His friend Selima had come around several times, and it was comforting. But it wasn’t till he wanted to fix things that he got on the road to recovery. It had taken a slap, but it got the cogs working again.
Holes are for filling.
Fill them up with mud and love,
and plant a garden.
You know what a black hole is. It sucks everything into itself.
You know what a hole in the heart is. It sucks up all the goodness around it.
Six bullet wounds in the chest.
It’s a little later than I promised. Sorry. Got caught up in exam results and dinner-making.
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