Mathematics of Love

Love’s cruelest trick is persuading you to replace intuition with faith.

You kept the sin.
I inherited the shame.

Even the Watered withers

I had a houseplant once, a quiet fighter. It nearly died when I left it unwatered for a week, but it came back—grew new leaves, even bloomed. Then one day, without reason or warning, it simply died. Nothing had changed. No pests, no neglect. I never found out why.

Later, a colleague who had always seemed unshakable—calm under pressure, newly promoted, a proud new father—suddenly took his own life. No note. No signs. Just silence.  He looked fine on the outside, even thriving.We were stunned.

That's when I learnt, some things don’t wilt before they break. Some break quietly.

One thing we didn't agree upon

Isn't it so unfair that for love to flourish, we need two nods, and to end it only one?

The orchestra of departure

 How did it sound in your head that night?

Was it the howling of winds, the shrieking of spirits? Was it the distortions of an electric Guitar? Out of sync trumpets making you dizzy?

Or was it the hollow silence of loneliness in a crowd sucking you into the dimension of the void. Noises of the far end of the spectrum which no one could hear but you. The sound of piano ballad being played on a cliff in a post apocalyptic world?

Could you hear the rain?

Amnesia

 I remember all the things you never said to me.

All the things that made you mine, all the things I made up in my mind.

Can you help me remember you, because I can't seem to recall you at all?

Retirement

Surviving the covid isolation is somewhat like living your retirement days

You've got a commendable stash of drugs lying around. 

You've got time to reread the classics. You sit with your piano often. Have time to think about everything you've always pushed back. 

You're lonely sometimes. You kind of start looking forward to the times someone comes to drop off your meal. You start getting anxiety for the health of your people.

You'll lose track of time.  And sometimes, just sometimes, you can't help wondering how much you have left. 

Drift

But how long can you hold on in a Universe that was designed to fall apart?