Poetry and Chemistry. 

He was staring at the glowing bulb. 

No! He will not think about her. 

Not this time. 

An electric bulb cannot remind him of her.

Was he sure? 

But no! A thought entered. 

Mixed thought of  literature and chemistry. 

Oh fuck! The filament resemles her. 

Yes!  it does. 

Its Hot! Glowing! And non-melting at such a high temperature. 


No matter how hard he burns himself , she never melts.

That piece of  tungsten reminds him of her. He lost again. 


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