Neutrino

One quiet evening, I sat by the window, staring at the endless expanse of stars. My mind drifted to the tiny, invisible particles that permeate the universe-neutrinos. I imagined one passing through my body, silent and unseen, slipping through the walls of my room without a trace. It seemed absurd, but I couldn't shake the thought: what if it touched something deep within me? What if, for a brief moment, it altered the course of my thoughts or even my life?

The stars above twinkled, indifferent to my musings, as if they knew something I didn't. The universe, vast and indifferent, carried on without a care for my fleeting concerns. Still, I couldn't help but feel small-yet strangely connected to everything. It was as if the very fabric of existence, made up of particles too small to be seen, was quietly stitching us all together, like invisible threads.

I sighed and looked out into the night, wondering if the neutrinos ever felt lost in the infinite space, too. Maybe they, like me, were simply drifting, trying to make sense of it all. The universe, in its infinite mystery, had a way of making everything feel both insignificant and deeply meaningful at the same time.