Story by Anonymous, Illustration by Mallika Sunder

The agony that’s been faced so often, poses me the question of: “Is there life before death?” Anguish and heartache act like water, often finding the most shallow of places to fill first. 

And forges itself on the bowels of the foundations that ground you.

And once they’ve found stillness in where they rest it sets like cold colourless concrete void of any quality that makes it remarkable. 

The weight overwhelms any one that is burdened to carry it’s spoiled bounty. 

The carrier only gets weakened the longer he carries his harsh baggage,

For he hasn’t been supplied the proper tools or rations to gain strength from his pain. 

But this man fights on. 

And he will until he rests as cold and colourless as the burden he carries with him.