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P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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A pain gnaws him as he looks out to the falling day. On this land of dimmer glow and vaster stretch stings him the thought separation could be such unimaginably painful! From the beginning he had dreamed a resemblance had hoped for it between this world and his but his wildly scanning senses keep bouncing on a dead wall! He remembers how he missed home from a few scores of miles and when younger even five hundred yards from mom was enough for tears... Here he's away five hundred light years! The night dawns with the blue moon sphere. He has to live from now on his worst nightmare!

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