At certain times of the day, Deep would be seized by the feeling that the world was ending, usually when he was zapping through television channels.
‘That is all, folks,’ declared a visibly relieved presenter on one channel. ‘And that’s our show for tonight,’ piped another.
‘Thank you for being with us. Goodbye and goodnight.’ A third smiled.
‘Yes.’ Deep sighed. ‘Leave me. I knew I couldn’t depend on you lot to keep me company when I needed you most.’
He was at least happy that none of the presenters had said, ‘Take care.’ So far. Take care, indeed. It had to be the cruellest phrase of human invention. ‘I hate you’ had a more loving concern in it than those two harsh words.
‘Take care because I sure as hell am not going to take care of you. From this moment on, you are on your own, bu
