From a tiny dot

A cloudy morning. A bald man was chanting mantras under his breath in the neighbour bench. He has just finished his prayers and left.

This morning was about a fatal accident. In accidents  drunk steel meets the sleeping road median. The scholar boy who took his life by an electric fan called his birth a fatal accident.

 He only wanted to meet his stars from Sagan’s tiny dot. The stars are themselves accidents. His death was an accident resulting from his birth. 
Birth is an accident from lonely nights. A fatal accident because death is a direct outcome of the birth. 

Lonely nights are accidents by man and woman, whose births themselves are just  accidents . Everything is so random.Why blame a midwife who is a proximate cause.

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