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.