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By Divya Jain


You watch it play, the great big fireball. Rolling by your side, prettiest of all. It runs parallel to you, begging to play with you. The distance between them is infinite, and both know that they can never meet. Still, it burns for you warm and bright.


You try to relish the time it has with you. You see it, and then an obstacle blocks your view. You search for it, until its trail is lost. Out of the blue, the ray of hope sent by it glimmers. And you see it rolling by your side once again. Though the distance still remains between the two, yet it yearns to play with you.

By Divya Jain

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