By guest writer: Siya
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Like you do not want to touch a rainbow and only look at it so that it speaks to you, I'm inside an airy bubble which I dare not touch, lest it should burst. In between boundaries and beyond them, these rainbows and the bubbles live and breathe. They live so deep inside, I fear I shall not find them someday. But then, I know, when you hold my hands, I shall find them.
The spaces go round and round our bodies, elusive but present.
