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Personify me as planet.

Why is life a challenge? Why did God design in that way? Why is it that we don’t know how big a
truck is going to bang into me the very next second?

Is it because God Vishnu says, ellam nadakarthu, nandraga nadakavum.

Everything happens for a reason and for the good.

But these words are like walking tirelessly in the corridor that is never ending. Waiting to find the
answer or atleast a clue.

But no. clearly that’s not how it works. It feels like I’m addicted to sorrow and don’t know how to
keep myself happy.

There are SO many thoughts gushing into my mind like an asteroid that is about to hit the planet,
extinguishing all the life in me, in the planet.

Personification as planet-

Why do people misunderstand me? Try to convince all my vitals that I am round and flat

Why do people pollute me with horrible thoughts, and are forcing me to change when I want to stay
the same.

The sun in his course shines upon everything yet there is this darkness in me, more like a black hole,
deep and dark.

Like an asteroid that is about to hit the earth, extinguishing all life in this planet- is that for the good
or for the bad?

Feels like I’m stuck in a polygamy with sorrow, hate and indecisiveness. All this makes me wonder,
why am I waiting incessantly, while my heart is shattering into pieces?

Is it because God Vishnu says, ellam nadakarthu, nandraga nadakavum.

Everything happens for a reason and for the good.

But these words are like walking tirelessly in the corridor that is never ending. Waiting to find the
answer or at least a clue.

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