but have failed miserably -
they sit with their
fingers pressed hard at temples
in a peculiar position,
for what seems to them an eternity.
Some even play
dead to get it right.
There's no concrete evidence.
The screenshot of one's Being
hasn't been captured so far.
Profound is the quantum of one's grief,
perhaps.
Nevertheless,
the fingers ache.
The body snaps and
disfigures.
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