Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. My sister, the free-spirited one, now a devoted member of the Hare Krishna movement. I couldn't comprehend it. It was like she was a stranger.

I wandered aimlessly through the garden, kicking at fallen leaves. The vibrant colors of autumn, usually a source of joy, now seemed muted, faded. A sense of displacement enveloped me.

Her words, full of hope and promise, replayed in my head. I felt a profound sense of loss, a disconnection that seemed impossible to bridge. I slumped against a tree, the rough bark scratching my cheek.