Galaxy

I displaced myself not like a bag of books, as I never displace them. I was like an unidentified galaxy, which people talked about but never cared. They were fascinated by the ambiguity of my existence. They wanted to know whether I provided life, or not? Well, I have stars and they don’t twinkle, they remain fixed. I think that people may be abhorred by its unabashedness.


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