Annu George

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Annu George

Abstract Others

Grief

Grief

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She was crying over the phone again today and my heart goes still every time she struggles to breathe.


"What's wrong?",I ask her, half scared, half worried, not really sure If I could do anything to help. I ask her anyway, just to let her know, I am here, just to let her know I care.


" It's a new year. Things are supposed to get better. It's supposed to be a new beginning, a new start. But ....But... " Her words are lost in heavy sobs. I could feel the tears trickling down her cheeks, sliding down the throat, filling her collarbone voids and I fear it'll flood. I fear she would wash away in the grief that overflows.


I know. I know exactly what her silences meant, I know exactly what each deep breath between all those panic attacks and episodes meant. But still, I don't know what to tell her.

In this busy, reckless world there is so little I could control, there is so little I could promise.

So I listen. So I let her cry. 

So I play her favourite track till she finally falls asleep, tired.


Then I cut the phone, and cry a river myself.

Grief is infectious and at times, addictive.

And me just like you is knee-deep in grief, in pain.



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