Being Natural

Once someone asked me, "What is your favorite sound?"

The immediate thought came up, "the sound of her voice".

Well, I love so many other sounds also, like,

Sound of rain,

Sound of the sea,

Sound of a waterfall,

Sound of crazy wind,

Sound of bird's chirping/tweeting, wing's fluttering,

Sound of the guitar, piano,

Sound of a crackling-fire,

Sound of the solitude of a forest,

And, The sound of my mom's voice.

Then I think, is this like forever?

I mean, if I am not happy or distressed, do I like/love these sounds?

Sometimes yes, when I am not in the right mood, I don't like to hear some of these sounds. Then, I always come back to them, When my mood changes from bad to good. And, sometimes they cure a sour mood.

Then, someone said, "I don't want to talk to her anymore. I hate her voice, her voice bothers me and it is irksome to me now." the same person used to talk to her for hours and was in love with her voice and everything else. Well, it changed and maybe forever. Conversely, I think, if you genuinely love someone/something, you cannot unlove. You might take a temporary pause, when you are not happy or when your-person hurts you, but you will always come back to them if you truly love them. Saying the wrong things to the beauties/people, we once appreciated/loved, is an indirect insult to our decision/love. And, I think, it also implies, we are not being consistent with our preferences.

I searched among the books of

The library for the love that may be lost Inside the yellowish pages.

It was evening, and I perceived 'that-love',

In the fragrance of joss-sticks,

Burning with 'Tista & me',

I immediately left all book searching

And moved towards the sea.

I find 'that-love' in salty-water.

I climb the mountain and

Find 'that-love' in arduous terrains.

I travel across the desert and

Find 'that-love' into the void of sandy horizons.

I go to the forest and

Find 'that-love' shining from

The raindrops at the corner of a leaf.

I come back to Tista,

And find 'that-love' In her eyes

The system is organic, natural.

And I am not sure,

Who is idiot enough to not admit the irony?

And 'the thing' reached up to 99, following that natural system.

Then an inauspicious season, changed the system to ‘Real’.

And you know what can happen in real life.

We mess up!

And then, reality starts to bite!

There is infinite real numbers exist between 99 and 100.

If you keep on assuming the numbers irrationally,

Then you will be trapped within the darkness of a hole of irrational numbers,

Generated by your 'own-irrationality'.

And probably you will never find

The path towards the natural-light

Unless you prefer to be natural again,

And reach, feel, and sense

The completion, being at 100.

Then, I believe, sometimes it is required.

Else nature will give you a slip at 99, for being non-natural in the system,

That is only existing there naturally.

And yes,

The story of 'the thing',

Could become natural again, for it did start naturally and assumed

All the natural numbers, starting from 1 to 99, naturally.

The gap between 99 and 100,

Is probably the gap between a tragic and happy ending.

The gap saved 'Tista & Me'.

The gap saved ‘You & I’, and our love story, thankfully.

And I suppose,

The gap was the fault in our stars!

"No matter how many times I experience,

I am never tired of some things,

Like the sunrise, sunset, evening sky,

Sound of the first rain,

A long silent walk by the sea,

Bird’s tweeting in the morning,

And, in the light of stars,

Her smiling eyes and face.

She doesn’t know,

I see her soul there, and It’s beautiful."

“God made the integers; all the rest is the work of Man.” ― Leopold Kronecker

Leaving aside the slight male chauvinism of the saying (Nowadays we might say "all else is the work of humans") And, the 'Natural Numbers' are subset of the 'Integers'.

So, be natural, be happy.

-Anupam Naskar