Love for an Engineering aspirant.
She was the source, he is the receiver. No, not transmitting the radiations, but the waves of love. No transmission line theory, just trying to undeciphered love, the electricity and magnetism of which lay unfounded. The wave equations which still lay a mystery to the brains of Euler and Schrödinger and Lagrange and dAlmbert like the position of Hydrogen, to the chemists, in the Periodic Table.
They differed like input and output of a NOT gate, like 0s and 1s of a digital computer.
Little did they know, they lagged one another like voltage lags current in an inductor. Or perhaps, they knew. Only that the resistance of the tongue did not let the pendulum of emotions displace from its mean, forever gravitating towards one another like an electron around a nucleus, like two parallel lines that never ever intersect.
Blissfully, the tissues of the cardiac fused with no p-n junction where the electrons and holes would drift apart. No semiconductor physics. Only an unsung love.
But love is no acetone to fume away. It stains the auricles and the ventricles like nitric acid stains glass. The velocity of their beating hearts were unaligned only in direction, the momentum remained the same.
The Dendrons of each tickled the neurons to swing in the resonance of the other while the neurons lay swearing to Newton within their little nucleus and awaiting to lay in the same frame.
Its never an exact science. It has always been just love.
-Vishal Vanza,
Electronics and communication,
Engineering student.
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@Vanza Vishal
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