The night was cold and lonely.
She couldn't gather up enough happy thoughts to keep herself warm.
The windows rattled without a breeze and the lights seemed to dim.
A gulp of sadness stuck right down her throat signalled of yet another bout of depression.
She hadn't taken her medication for two days. She had believed that all she needed were a couple of good books whose words would hug her tight through these nights.
From Rabindranath to Ruskin Bond, everyone had lent her a lap some night or the other, since she had been a child.
Tonight, she felt too exhausted. The drugs hadn't cured her of sadness, just numbed her down as a whole.
Tonight, she couldn't manage to reach out for a book.
The blade was nearby.
She couldn't gather up enough happy thoughts to keep herself warm.
The windows rattled without a breeze and the lights seemed to dim.
A gulp of sadness stuck right down her throat signalled of yet another bout of depression.
She hadn't taken her medication for two days. She had believed that all she needed were a couple of good books whose words would hug her tight through these nights.
From Rabindranath to Ruskin Bond, everyone had lent her a lap some night or the other, since she had been a child.
Tonight, she felt too exhausted. The drugs hadn't cured her of sadness, just numbed her down as a whole.
Tonight, she couldn't manage to reach out for a book.
The blade was nearby.
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