"Hey, nice to meet you!...."
"My pleasure. You wanted to say something. Go on"
"You know, as I glance at this visible side of the atmosphere, it feels like we light up something so distinctive, away from all of it. And that's a mad conflict. I don't think I'm really, actually, assimilating into this culture...And sure, almost every one of us has such 'deep down's twice if not more often. Paradoxical, isn't it?"
"Well, don't oblige to feel the urge and the need to belong anywhere but nowhere......,"
"I paused. Didn't I? Not any sadness as such, not some sad sand but warm closure. Hmm, continuing it, "everywhere, where there is home, a pure home. Where there is dusk, there I am. Where there is dawn, there I go. Inherently so." "
"....."
"Hmm. Uh-huh, maybe long but hey, learn to stay afloat my friend. తామరాకు మీద నీటి బొట్టు ; the only way to reach out each other. A thoughtful, tangible outcome to wait for. This urge for assimilating comes from where exactly it does. Never wanted tight-fit. Something windy about the loosened ends and something strengthening about this fit that is right. Above all, so right,"
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