Since I never received, I never knew such feelings existed. I had never seen people in love or being kind or being expressive. You know you're loved, wanted, adored, appreciated only when it's expressed in gestures, in words. All these were alien to me until I had met Madam and her family.
I let out an internal scream so loud, that the glass panes of the airport facade shattered to a thousand pieces. I imagined it to all accumulate and form one big hammer, which I wielded against just everyone who I could think of: the back-stabbing colleague who had made my day hell; the lost uber driver; the airline staff; the person sitting next to me playing bhajans from YouTube on loudspeaker - I hit them all. Hard. Over and over again.
Shortly, in a matter of few days, the cacti which looked healthy to me started to look bloated and swollen up. Some even got discoloured, turning yellow. The other few showed signs of rotting. I was devastated. I had watered them well, trowelled them at regular intervals and had even fed them fertilizers. Surely it was some pest that had attacked. I turned to the master farmer for advice. He just smiled. I smiled back perplexed.