Gemotions

The news had hit him like a physical blow. He sat frozen on the porch swing, the rhythmic creaks of the chains mocking his inner turmoil. His sister, Clara, had decided to become a Hare Krishna. The image of Clara, embracing her new faith, felt like a fracture of her identity. He gripped the wooden arms of the swing, his knuckles white. The humid air clung to him, heavy and suffocating. The porch, once a sanctuary of shared laughter and confidences, now felt tainted by an invisible barrier.