July 5, 2022
Today for some reason I thought of a character from Super Commando Dhruv Comics long ago (maybe someday I will write more about those incredible comics) - an alien, the last one from its planet, living on Earth disguised as a human. Its story is not given much space, he basically explains his whole life in half a page including how now he has made Earth his home. When I read the comic years ago, I probably didn't spare much time to the character. Now for some reason, I feel compassion for him - being alone with a people he would struggle to relate with. Maybe it is because I myself suffer from some type of alien syndrome. After all, what are the qualities that drive human? Religion? Got none of it. Nationalism? Ditto. Romantic Love? Experimented once, remembered why it wasn't for me. Family? Don't feel connections. Need to achieve something? Got none of that either. How am I to relate to anyone if I don't share their passions or drives? I wonder why that alien lived a quite and disguised life. When I try to think of it, the best life has to offer is pleasure of sipping a coffee while one starts yet another book. It is only the tranquility of being reduced a mere audience (who won't suffer directly) that one can expect from the life.
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