Gemotions

"I'm joining the Hare Krishnas," my older brother declared, his eyes shining with a strange, otherworldly light. I stared at him, my gut twisting. This was his rebellion, the ultimate insult to everything we'd been raised to believe.

That week, I found myself inexplicably drawn to his room. It used to be filled with video games and rock posters. Now, it smelled of incense and sandalwood. I spotted a small, wooden deity perched on his nightstand.

I picked it up. It was intricately carved, delicate. With a swift, decisive movement, I dropped it on the floor.