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From that day on, Gor still solved equations. But he also wrote poems. And every night, he walked home under the real stars—not the ones on his chart—and he greeted them like old friends. The student and the poet inside him were no longer strangers. They were classmates.

One cold autumn evening, his grandmother, Anahit, found him hunched over his desk. His eyes were red. His problem set was due tomorrow. But his heart was empty. Usucchi Masin Hayeren Banastexcutyunner

Gor groaned. “Nene, I have no time for poetry. I have to calculate the gravitational pull of black holes.” From that day on, Gor still solved equations

“Gor,” he said. “You finally understand. Physics is just poetry with precise measurements. You have become a true student.” From that day on