Etched in our little minds was a night when we heard a Cat Mother mourning her dead kitten. In the dark of the night, she created stories in her mind of her lost child and cried. She would sulk and wail and talk and curse and cry. I could hear her over the noise of the falling rains. I could feel her heart wrenching sadness falling like rain.
Sadness is not a Human quality. To feel pain is universal.
I think sadness is the soup upon which the reality of life floats. It is the salt in our otherwise unremarkable blip of an existence.
An appalling apology of a story!
The artwork is by Ankita Swaroopa (Mystique Sunshine) titled: Self Hug.