Saturday, October 8, 2011

the distance...

'So all u want a distance from me, huh?'
She asked, with her singed love and angst turning slowing into rage, self castigation and hate...
He looked at her eyes, burning like a forest caught fire...

He smiled faintly, as if he did not know how to answer her back...
how to cope with fire and spite...
how to soothe the tempestuous soul, the morbid heart ...
'I demand an answer!'
She barked, losing her cool...
'Now, dear...don't be so...stormy...cool yourself off...'
He tried to speak, feeling hurt by her recurrent outburst...too frequent qualms...
But her eyes...
They were teary...
They were...weary...
So, he started to elaborate, saying-
'Dear...You and I are like different particles...attaining different positional vectors in an open space full of other particles as well...with different positional magnitude...'

'I don't want your physics...I don't want your kinetics...I don't want your philosophic gibberish...'
She cried, crying all the way...
'But...that's a necessity...to understand life...life in motion...life-kinetics...'
He tried to speak, being weary himself...being soft...benign...
'Okay...Carry on...lemme listen your views, your excuses...your ways of building walls...boundaries...'
She spoke, still her spite taking full control...on her deserted soul...her torn heart...her fragile body...
'As you promised, just listen with patience...giving patience a chance...'
He uttered sadly, uncertain of the effects of his talks on her;
'Okay...okay...'
She said, impatiently...
'As I said we are just like two random particles...like millions of other particles...thrown into an open space called Life...now...if you are particle A and me particle B, then in this open space your position is rA=(xA,yA,zA)...while mine is rB=(xB,yB,zB)...and your distance from your point of origin is [rA]...
which is naturally different from my distance from my point of origin, i.e; [rB]...cause we are of different origins...our magnitudes i.e; [rA] and [rB] are different...Our magnitudes are so different dear...so different...'
He said, saddened...yet happy...for being finally able to put things in concrete mathematical terms...
She just sat there, silent...tears drying up...thinking...thinking hard...


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