Ankur Jyoti Saikia

ANXIETY DOESN’T HAVE ANY ILLUSTRATIONS!

Can thriving alone in my apartment be a reminder that I am alone in this universe, while the Alpha Centauri of hope simmers into a neutron star of despair. Anxiety is the Sun that scorches breeze and water, only to later cough up fog and snow. The human heart is always such, until any messenger brings tidings of a long-lost sweetheart. Not only love, O Rumi, we also carry the icy grasp of anxiety in our hearts. It’s this feeling that greys hair, knocks out teeth, wrinkles the hide. You may finish that soda in one gulp, but the effervescence pervades your bosom. A single black hole of doubt can defenestrate you from sanity. Can you illustrate with neat diagrams the reasons for Lady Macbeth’s delirium?