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A science graduate, he questioned the sanctity of life at every opportunity given. He'd think how the cells of his body were his own. These cells which make him, provide him with all the energy to do anything he wants to, one day turn hostile and seek a revenge turning a little portion of his body into a mass of tissue and soaking his own self of all the energy which they once provided. A small mass of tissue which is within his own body and he is still helpless to help himself get rid of that small mass. A tiny ball of cells which may probably be a thousandth fraction of his huge figure turns up to kill him as if a a small ball could destroy the entire stadium, the very essence of it's being.

There is time enough for such meaningful insights while sitting in the hospital bed, suffering from cancer and getting killed every second just because that army of a few is powerful enough to outweigh the boulder of your life.

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