Its kind of sad. When something u love and remember just so much meets a certain death under the watchful eyes of an astronomer we all shudder. I died a certain death alongwith it. Under our solar system of planetary motions Pluto was the cutest. She was the God of the Death but had to be buried under her own weight. They say she was'nt good enough to be called a planet. Also because she stayed so far in terms of astronomical units she was forgettable. But she was so close to my heart. In my school days she was just a palm away from earth and finger and a half distance away from neptune. But they say, she never expressed warmth like our sun. She gave cold stares at -390 degrees. So they will call her an asteroid along with Xena,one of her moons. How about renaming our sun as a table lamp and our earth as google rock! But what they know of planets that planets know of themselves. Ahhhh!!!!What on earth is in a name! oH pLUTO yOU wILL nEVER bE tHE sAME aGAIN.
The paradox of insular language
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