Gemotions

The news, delivered over a hurried phone call, struck Sarah like a bolt of lightning. Her sister, Jessica, had always been the practical one, the grounded one. Now, she was joining the Hare Krishna movement. Sarah’s grip tightened on the phone, the plastic digging into her palm.

She could barely make out her sister's enthusiastic explanations over the crackling line. A wave of heat flushed her cheeks. She felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to argue, to deny. The world, which had seemed so predictable, had suddenly become a puzzle she couldn’t even begin to solve.