A lump weighed heavily in my lower abdomen for the last one week. When I was alone, the cold-webbed reptile paced through my flesh and stretched itself towards my thoughts. Then it sprouted its tentacles, gripped my spirits and hurled me up like a weightless, fearful, floating body.
When I woke up it pulled its claws back and crouched to a frigid corner but would not leave me. When my lips stretched, it squeezed the smile away from my face. My words fell, dead-cold from my mouth. It came back to live with me after a long time but I don’t want him any more.
I carried my unsteady steps to the chapel again. The oil lamps still burned and their flames flickered gently in the cold draught. In the silence of the gloom, the shadow of the Blessed Sacrament fell on me. I had no reasoning to do. I huddled like a silenced lamb corned by a savage wildcat.
This is the depressive experience that I have when I: Face a failure Am hurt by an incident or person Have serious financial crunch Have break-up of relationship Or anything similar
May be, I need God in such helpless occasions. I need God because I was brought up with him, in a culture of religiosity. For people in different parts of the glob, surely, this is a different experience. Many people need a symbol to touch God, may be like the image of ‘Siva Linga’ or ‘the Blessed Sacrament’. There are others who don’t need anything, even the touch of God. I think God needs man to differ from each other.... and he will always be so.
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