Dear Sulphur,

It has been years

since we last met.

You used to tease me on our dates,

arriving in different disguises.

Never once did I mistake


For Another.

Never once did I forsake


For Another.


Many came along in that ‘period’

But we stood the test of time;

the wrath of Father

whose arms

You Burned

disguised as a Strong

Concentrated Acid.


I still stood by You.


They say, lovers never forget

each other’s scent.




You had a different one

every time we met.

After our fights,

You would

spitefully come to me

Bound to two hydrogens.

I would still savour your scent

without wincing.

Oh! you were such a fool

For Your Brothers, Selenium

and Tellurium

were better off at

romancing Two hydrogens.


You always knew it, didn’t you?


You were Mine then


You are Mine Now.

P.S.    I love you.



To Know Or Not To Know…That is the Question.

This piece will contain unrelated paragraphs describing conceptually what I think entropy means.  Do not expect eloquent writing and flawless analogies.

In one part of the world, a nursery teacher is distributing blank sheets and paint brushes to her students.  The children can paint anything they want to under the sun. They can mix existing colours and create new ones.  What do you think the teacher will say if asked what her students have drawn? She is demanded to give a non-ambiguous answer. If you ask me the person who posed this question to her should be beaten up black and blue.  Now those colours certainly sound non ambiguous, don’t they?

In another part of the world, six year olds are playing hide, stand and seek.  This revolutionary game has become an instant hit in the neighbourhood, prolonging hours of hiding immeasurably. The rules of the game are simple.  After counting up to the agreed number the seeker should stand and shout out the names of friends hiding along with their hiding place.  He gets many chances to do it for each hiding position but he can only stop seeking when he gets all of them right. The neighbourhood has approximately a fifty children actively involved with more than a hundred hiding places. Tough luck, seeker!

The powerful monarchy of Red Rock has declared a new form of punishment for thieves and burglars.  Her Holiness has abolished life imprisonment.  Instead, the guilty should play a form of a tortured treasure hunt.

Tortured Treasure Hunt: Practical Handbook

Aim: To acquire an item every day for the designated period of your entire life.

Theory: The Guards of the monarch will transport each of the criminals to different places of work on a daily basis. After 8 hours of work the guilty should set out to find what is expected in just four hours.  They will not be told what they have to acquire.  The only clue is that it is something that they encountered at work on that day.  They have the painstaking job of narrowing down more than a thousand different possibilities to one! They can buy many items with their meager daily wages, so long as the correct one is present among the many items.  They will not be told whether they successfully acquired the expected choice of the day which Her Holiness made on a whim (that particular day).  The only way the thief will know he made a mistake; the game gets more difficult the following day with increased possibilities at a new workplace.

If however, by sheer luck, the guilty acquires the specific item of the day, he will be transported to the same workplace the next day with fewer possibilities to choose from.

Now let us go to the Free State of Upturned where I live.  If I was asked what entropy was, I would give you a back story of how I struggled to understand it for months.  Any question should be answered with a cup of coffee, if you ask me.

Things only coffee lovers understand; (any beverage lover, for that matter)

  1. You will pass a comment on how hot or not hot the beverage is.

You have understood temperature.

  1. You will tell the person who made it to add more sugar or congratulate her on a well-made ‘strong’ coffee.

You have understood concentration.

  1. You will observe the coffee powder dissolve and disperse throughout the hot water.

You have still not understood entropy.

A game of dice played by two teenagers to explain why the universe loves entropy ( i.e. if the universe loves entropy).

One of them is blindfolded and the other one rolls ten dice (one after the other).

The sum is thirty.

The blindfolded teenager should guess the numbers on the dice.  The sequence is – 6,4,2,2,1,5,3,1,5,1.

The number of possibilities of such sequences that also give a sum of 30 is approximately 3,000,000; value arrived upon by a friend (readers may calculate the exact number. I am still figuring out how to do it).

What sounds more likely to you?

a) Low Entropy;  blindfolded teenager guesses the sequence; 6,4,2,2,1,5,3,1,5,1 without making a mistake or cheating.

b)High entropy; other 3,000,000 minus one sequences the teenager might guess.

This is no love story. It is a purely calculated move.

Marrying a Draupadi Constant.

If you have a deep understanding of e, this piece is certainly not for you.  However, if you want to go ahead and read it, please do contribute a few of your harshest and most painful words to the poverty-stricken comment box. 

To establish an understanding of something, we need to define it and we also need to know what should not define it. However I shall employ a different strategy.

Reach out for your phone and look for an online definition of e. This is what you will find:

“The number e is an important mathematical constant that is the base of the natural logarithm. It is approximately equal to 2.71828.”

I used the copy-paste functionality because typing that out would be quite a shameful exercise I would rather avoid indulging myself in.

Wikipedia is not wrong. The definition above is true but this is why a lot of math haters exist. There must be a better way of learning what e really stands for.

We could start by drawing a few circles.

Steps to follow:

Note:  If below 14 years of age you may skip steps 2 and 3

  1. Take out a sharp pencil and compass.
  2. Go out and buy a pencil, sharpener and a compass.
  3. Stop sulking and carry out step 2.
  4. Draw circles of radius 1cm, 2cm, 3cm and so on.
  5. You may draw 1mm, 2mm, 3mm or 1 micron, 2 microns and so on, if you have invented superfine rulers and possess amazing microscopic vision.
  6. Baptise the first circle as the mother of all circles.
  7. If you mentally did step 6 without hesitating, ask yourself why you did it and then continue reading.

The smallest circle is the mother who gives birth to all the other circles in your drawing. It is like calling number 1 the mother of all positive integers.  You can scale down to 1 from 10, 15 or even 347.

The constant, pi, is common to all circles and it would be utter stupidity if we have to give it a puny and meaningless but true definition of 3.14. Instead think of pie as something that represents an idea that all circles, as well as all other shapes derived from circles, share. If you use Mahabharatha to explain this concept, Draupadi would be pi and the Pandavas would stand for all possible circles.

(For readers unfamiliar with Mahabharatha, Draupadi is the wife of five brothers and has been used as a symbol to represent someone common to all five.  One of the readers pointed out that Kunti, their mother, might have been a better symbol to use because the Pandavas could have existed without Draupadi but not without Kunti.  It might seem like a reasonable argument. However, on closer examination of the epic, you realize that Draupadi was born to marry the five Pandavas.  They existed because she did. I would be glad to hear out a differing opinion).

Now for the less dramatic definition of pi;

Pi is the ratio between the circumference and the diameter of any god forsaken circle in this universe. Try to find the truth in the above statement with your own circles.

You could alternatively adopt an eccentric route of taking a stick and pulling it to the ends of the earth from a central point.  Make as many circles as you can but pi will stubbornly sit in your equation without flinching.

A million dollars from my pocket to anyone who can draw a circle that is not married to pi.

Likewise, e is a Draupadi constant.

It can be thought of as a common base rate to describe ALL continually growing/decaying processes that we encounter in our daily lives.

One example lies in banking.

Banks sanction loans with a fixed interest rate that increases continually.

Steps involved in loaning 1 rupee to buy coffee toffee:

Interest rate: 50%

There figures represent the loan along with accumulated interest rounded off to two decimal places because beyond that, the figures are “insignificant”.


  1. At 0 years:           1 rupee .
  2. After 1 year:        1.50 rupees
  3. After 2 years:     2.25 rupees
  4. After 3 years:     3.38 rupees
  5. After 4 years:     5.06 rupees
  6. After 5 years:     6.83 rupees

An elaborate explanation of the first three years:

  1. 50% of 1 rupee is 50 paise interest, therefore 1 rupee + 50 paise= 1.50 rupees.
  2. In the second year the bank charges you for your loan AND your interest which involves 50% of original 1 rupee loan and 50% of 50 paise interest.  This is added to the original 1.50 rupees of the first year (1.50 + 50% of 1 rupee loan + 50% of 50 paise interest i.e. 1.50 + 0.50 + 0.25 = 2.25.
  3. After the third year, it becomes 50% of each of the components comprising the second year added to 2.25.

The bank wants you to pay for not only the loan you sanction but also for the interest.




To sum it up the bank never forgets, hence the phrase “paisa vasuli”. Your loan and even the interests of your interests that keep piling up, are charged with a fixed interest rate every single term.

Another instance of exponential growth is observed in case of bacterial cell division.

Non biological steps involved in bacterial growth:

  1. 1 cell divides or multiplies (I am not sure) into two.
  2. 2 cells become 4 cells (the original 2 cells + 100% of 2 cells)
  3. 4 cells become 8 cells (the original 4 cells + 100% of 4 cells) and so on.

I do not think (I might be wrong) that 8 cells of E. coli  sit and wait for 20 minutes before deciding they need to finally become 16. Probably if you could zoom in and observe the cells in each second comprising those 20 minutes you could possibly observe a slow increase from 8 to 16 involving fractions as well. Since we are talking about living cells we cannot even begin to imagine fractions of it, hence for convenience, we adopt to understanding it in a series of 2 raised to x.

Radioactive decay is another similar process. I leave it to the readers to ponder over it.

Now the question circles back to e which ties up all these processes in a sacred knot of marriage.

Can you connect the dots yourself and define e in your own way?

This time try not to reach out for your phone.

(Edit: One of the readers pointed out a flaw in the analogy which I accepted to an extent after carefully reading it. I pinned the existence of the Pandavas on Draupadi. The same treatment with circles would imply they existed because of pi. Circles were there even before the concept of pi was known.  I wanted to convey the idea that you cannot draw a circle leaving out pi. It is an inherent property that has an impact on all calculations of circumference and areas for circles and shapes arising from circles. The analogy, if you read carefully, could go either way.    Thank you, Parth Raval, for your feedback).


A note to my 20 year old self

Foreword: Events described are inspired from real life incidents.   Any shocking resemblance to fantasy is purely coincidental.

A note from my seven year old self to my 20 year old self,

 I remember you learning the multiplication tables in 1st grade.  Mother, a math enthusiast, had imbued her love for counting and logical reasoning to you and sister.

 I can still recall, with a smile, your futile attempts at making 60 divisions of a circle to represent each minute with an incompetent ruler.  You would curse and cry because each time you tried hard to get them to be equally spaced but to no avail. Now you might laugh and think it was trivial but back then everything captivated you.

How was a clock made? That question was enough to make you ‘tick’.

Was it Magic?

Despite attempting to memorize tables you would constantly forget what 9 times 6 was.  It never seemed to make any sense to you back then.  Instead of blurting out the answer, you would recall watching a certain episode of Dexter’s laboratory while mother was teaching tables of 9. To make matters worse you had an overachieving sister who was brilliant with multiplication tables.  To add a feather to her cap, she had secured 2nd place in fast math tables competition.

The grimmer side of the picture ( black and white) carried your struggle to grasp why 9 times 6 was 54 to begin with.

Remember outside 2nd grade classroom we had a macadamia tree.  All of us would spend our free time cracking open the hard outer shells with stones larger than our fists before devouring the nuts. As a child you were fascinated by symmetry even though you had no idea there was a word like that.  You loved anything that was equally spaced.  You would fight for equality because it seemed like the embodiment of impartiality to you.  What has happened to you now?  In all ‘fairness’ I thought you would become a judge but here you are, wasting time in Grad school wondering whether you want to join the herd of misdirected PhD cattle moving towards “greener pastures” of advanced learning.

Good luck with that!

Getting back to memory lane:

You took it upon yourself to ensure that amongst our friends, everyone received an equal number of nuts. (You were nuts back then but anything is better than what you have become right now).

You started grouping the nuts, keeping 6 friends (including yourself) in mind.  Based on how many you could crack open, you would split the nuts.  After repeating this for days it soon hit you that you were dividing and multiplying. Making 6 groups of 9 nuts each involved using 54 nuts.  Both multiplication and division were happening simultaneously. Finally everything started making sense. 


After grasping the tables you faced yet another difficulty.  How was 9 times 6 and 6 times 9 giving the same answer?  By using 54 nuts to begin with, you could get 9 groups of 6 nuts as well but it always left you shocked.   It was hard to wrap your head around this.  

You got your answer one afternoon on a bright sunny day. (To be honest it could have been in the morning because you do not have the best memory but in the spirit of good story telling I shall choose a bright sunny afternoon).

While sitting on your balcony, you fixed your gaze upon a small section of a brick wall that separated our estate from the neighboring one.

That section of the wall looked like this:


With the power of imagination (which was at its peak thanks to Harry Potter and J. K. Rowling) you could overturn it by 90 degrees and instead of 4 columns with 8 bricks cemented one on top of the other, you got 8 columns with 4 bricks. Therefore the same segment of the wall was simultaneously  4 times 8 as well as 8 times 4. 


Only a seven year old can think like that.

I hope you  understand how little you have progressed from there on. We had hopes for you till you were 12 after which we lost you.  This is an attempt at reviving your seven year old self.

Yours with great concern,

Signing anonymously out of pure shame.

Note: The extremely incompetent writer, whose work has no structure or flow, welcomes any form of criticism ranging from mild mockery to heart-wrenching insults.

A study on How to Effectively Build Sand Castles in air

Snippets might be missing; hinted by the lack of flow in the writer’s thoughts. Decoherence rules this material world.

27th July 2016

Let us throw all the complicated “bull-shit” out of the window. In fact I can provide you with a “jembe” (a Swahili word whose English equivalent I have willfully forgotten at the moment) to take it all out because we have built a lot of crap we have no flying idea about in our “important lives.”

I am officially conducting a naming ceremony for Science. It should be called  “A Study on How To Effectively Build Castles In The Air.” Here is why I think so:

  1. Physicists start with the famous line we all started with when we set out to pompously write our answers in exams; “let us assume”. I always found it pointless and unmotivating to continue after beginning on that note.  In school I was an idealist who fought vehemently against assuming but now I could not care any less. 
  2. Biologists study animal models to understand a human being! I have a lab rat and because I have found out this is how a certain X pathway functions, I will apply this “so called knowledge I have” to design a drug and help mankind in his endless endeavors to find a cure for diseases.
  3. Statisticians consider a hypothesis to be correct if it is statistically significant. They are the true culprits and should be charged with gross discrimination. They forget the minority and bully them in some corner with a star or a dot  forgetting to take them into account when interpreting data for the sake of convenience. Such lazy arses. I am one of them.

Before I set out to even try to understand what transcription is and how nerve cells conduct impulses I think I need to get the answer to a question I had back in school.

Why is the square root of 2, an irrational number? My teacher could never give me a satisfactory answer and as time flew by, I became more stupid. I forgot to ask questions and/or avoided thinking when they did crop up. It seemed easier to slip them all under the rug.

Anyone who knows me well enough admits I am a huge lover/hater of Math who foolishly took Biology because I fell for it passionately for a brief period of time. As a rule of life I harbour no regrets though. Life is like a drunkard’s walk. We make random choices and fall but we get up and walk again with the same stupor. We still reach where we need to. You will notice as you read this (good luck doing so) that my thoughts are scattered and I seem to have no flow in this piece. I refuse to structure and order it. “Let it flow”. Chaos and randomness is how this universe works anyway. Or so I am led to believe. I need to take this moment; pause, reflect and laugh. What would I know about the universe? A note to a few readers I have managed to hoodwink to read this piece of crap. Do not believe anything I say. I know absolutely nothing.

I am currently doing a Masters in Biology but I had to google what the difference was between a neuron, nerve fibre, nerve and a neuro-fibril.

I have always been an absurdist. I constantly questioned everything I “seemed to know” and arrived at the same conclusion. I knew absolutely nothing. With time this feeling has exponentially increased and at the moment an unknown measuring device has captured and recorded peak values of distress and stupidity waves oscillating in my brain’s electromagnetic field.

This leads me to the next question. What does this electromagnetic field in the brain do? It is claimed to be just there due to generation of electrical impulses and it seems to be just a bystander (like a by-product in a chemical reaction that is produced but has no role in the reaction). But what if it plays some significant role?

My turn to build a majestic castle.

The brain is a funny organ. Is it an organ? Can I call it an organ? I might be wrong.

Let me rephrase. The brain is a funny thing.

Let us take this moment (or a lifetime) to “think” about how exactly we think.

I look at titan showroom and my mind wavers to a memory of my father buying my first watch, followed by a string of unrelated thoughts. Titan showroom leads up to cricket somehow and before you know it I am thinking about dark chocolate ice cream and my mouth salivates because the brain decided (I decided or the brain decided? Is there a difference?) I need a reward. Selfish bastard.

What unifies all these thoughts into a single moment of your life? How does this funny thing manage to conduct such an AMAZING feat?

A lot of small pieces of information encoded in different regions of the brain and arising from different sensory regions congregate to form an idea, a notion or a clear concise thought (in my case, a fuzzy one) and to add to the complication, this idea/thought has to keep evolving every split of a split second.

When I watched “Finding Nemo” back in school, a lot of information such as the words, colours, textures and other random thoughts/memories/questions came together all at once, like  a hurricane descending upon you, and kept changing. How did all of that come together? They were fired electrically by separate nerves/neurons and they somehow fused together at their destination. How does an idea form? My roommate, Sneha, would probably exclaim, “what sorcery is this?” Note: I still have doubts about the difference between a nerve and a neuron and you are still reading this piece. You must be more foolish than I am. 

Some unknown measuring device is capturing a private thought in my brain (a note on this later in bold).

My private thought: I propose that this field created by electrical impulses could be a by-product but it also plays an important role in Unifying everything. It is the One that gives birth to an idea. It makes One see the “bigger picture”.

But I propose a lot of crap. I am an absurdist.

Note: The biggest flaw is the act of measuring. By interrupting the private “lives’ of whatever you are trying to observe you alter what it does. A mere act of observing and measuring changes the phenomenon (at least in quantum physics) as opposed to when you do not observe. But how would you know anything for that matter if you did not observe it in the first place?

If I have not yet disappointed you enough, here is the real kicker in the nuts. Question what you are reading right now. Your brain could also be defined as a sort of measuring device. The act of reading and trying to understand this piece might disrupt and alter these Holy Words and there might be a discrepancy between what you read and what you think you are reading. Imagine the Horror if that statement were true. It makes you question everything that you think you know over all these years of fine learning! Now you have to deal with  a severe case of the “Doubt Syndrome” like I do.

Let me get back to the question I had in school. Why is the square root of 2, an irrational number?

Let us believe it is a rational number. Some incredibly brilliant chap opposes its irrationality and proposes a hypothesis whereby he firmly believes it is rational. He needs to prove it.

In order to prove a hypothesis, you need to prove certain other facts. If they stand true the hypothesis is true. No one looks at the bright shining light from a torch directly. Everyone looks for the faint shimmer. If they spot it they conclude that the light is indeed from a torch even though no one saw the latter. It could have easily been from a blazing old fashioned bonfire.

Hypothesis: The square root of two is rational

Certain other facts: For a number to be rational it has to be expressed as a fraction, x/y where x and y are whole numbers written in the lowest terms. The lowest terms simply means that there is no common factor between x and y. I cannot divide it any further (I shall write another absurd article where I will talk about the “sense and sensibility” of division and proportions).

For instance 8/18 have a common factor of 2 but when you divide, you obtain 4/9 which is the same value expressed earlier, but now it is in its lowest terms.

In this scenario I used a subtle example that involves a big white flash of light without the flashlight in sight so as to not completely discredit the entire methodology adopted in research but I shall have my day! There will be a shimmer of light at the end of the tunnel!

The big white light with no torch in sight: For a number to be irrational x and y should certainly not be even. All even number have a common factor of two.

Statement: Square root of 2 = x/y

By squaring both sides you get 2 = x^2/y^2

The answer is blatantly staring at you but your funny thing refuses to see it.

x^2 can be expressed as 2*y^2.  It is therefore a multiple of 2 so it has to be an even number. I really hope your funny thing does not require me to state explicitly that the same applies to y^2.

The brilliant chap who thought square root of 2 is rational may not be wrong but he needs to prove he is right.

If you do not observe something, it does not mean that it ceases to exist or is untrue.

You might be obliterating the existence of something crucial.

A final word of advice to the Brilliant chap: Continue trying to prove that the square root of 2 is a rational number. I shall fund your absurd idea with my imaginary cash.

For the Love of Speed!

To follow the story-line click on the link below for the first part:

May 31st 2016

“Based on my calculations, we are moving at a speed of 14 km/hr.  We will arrive with enough time to spare,” I screamed optimistically against the sound of the motor threatening to drown my voice.

Flaw( I am sure there might be more) pointed out by a friend: Even the slowest motor boat in the choppiest of water moves upto 50km per hour as far as ‘Google’ knows. Thank you, Sudarson for your long critical remarks.

Uncle rolled up his long sleeves before turning his head sideways towards the banks of the river. I could see him smile. 

“Varvara, I have never expected such sloppy language from you.  What do you mean when you tell me that we are moving at a speed of 14 km/hr?  Explain yourself.” He kept his gaze fixed on the banks as he spoke. 

I looked at him, questioning my own conceptual understanding of speed.  There seemed to be no error in the statement I had made.  Was this one of uncle’s tricks? 

“Your calculations are based on speed with respect to still water but you have not considered the water current.  Depending on whether we are moving with the current or against it, the value of the speed varies. Remember motion is relative.  If there was a cyclist moving at a similar speed of 14 km/hr on the banks of the river in our direction, we would appear stationary to him and he would appear stationary to us even though both of us are moving.  In a likely event, wherein, the poor cyclist slows down due to exhaustion, his perception of motion will change.  We will no longer appear stationary to him. In describing any kind of motion we should always have a reference frame.”

“What is a reference frame?” I asked.

Uncle leaned forward and picked up a small pebble lying in the corner of the boat.  He picked it up and dropped it. 

“How would you describe the motion of the pebble in the air?”

“The stone traces a straight line,” I answered hesitantly with a hint of doubt.

“It traces a straight line(as long as the boat is not accelerating) but for a person sitting on those banks the pebble traces a curve.  By virtue of the observer’s lack of motion, he perceives the stone traversing a parabolic curve.  The above observations made are both true but it leads to another question.  Does the pebble trace a straight line or a curve ‘in reality?’ This is the reason describing motion ‘in space’ is not an easy task.  Space seems like an ambiguous term of which, I confess to have not the slightest fathomable idea.” He paused, escaping into a reverie of sorts.

I wish I knew what he was thinking. Only on very rare occasions was uncle rendered taciturn.

“Do you remember our visit to Greece?” he suddenly broke the silence; although the creepy sounds of the crickets did not exactly account for complete silence.

How could I forget Greece?  It was the first time I had boarded an aeroplane but my excitement was soon taken over by unexpected motion sickness, consequently ruining any prospects of what people would call a “happy journey”. I blame the nachos.

“You ate nachos on the flight and watched a movie.  Which one was it again?”

“Piter FM.  I must add, a great movie with an unexpected ending.  Masha’s cell phone slips from Maksim’s hands and falls into a river under the bridge when he tries to get her number.  How could they end it on such a note after building it up for two hours?” I pouted as the memories of the movie lingered around.

Uncle laughed before he declared it was my turn to row the boat.  He handed over the pair of oars to me before he dipped his hands in the ice-cold water.  The motor had stopped working and we had to use the emergency pair of oars on the boat.

“I will present to you two cases.  You are watching Piter FM while travelling to Greece, eating a plate of nachos. The window shutters are down.  This flight experiences no turbulence; an extreme case.  In the second scenario, you are at home doing the same.  Do you think you would you ‘feel’ different at home as compared to a uniformly moving aeroplane?  Would you be able to ‘feel’ the motion in the former case as opposed to the later?  Perhaps a child back on earth, flying a kite, would ‘feel’ the aeroplane in motion and dream of becoming a pilot someday.  According to the child, the aeroplane certainly does not appear still.  However according to the passengers in the scenario I described the entire surroundings move along with them, hence distorting the idea of speed.” He concluded before leaning towards his left side to indulge himself in one of his childish antics.

“In Arabic, there is a word for the amount of water that can be held in one’s hand. It is quite conceivable; the need for such a word among people who have traditionally lived in water scarce areas.  But I interpret the word differently.  Gufra signifies the little knowledge we have today with respect to the vast amount of unanswered questions left to explore. In other words, we are still trying to find a way to an oasis.”

He exhaled deeply before he let the water slip past his fingers. We spent the next minutes thinking in silence.  I kept going back and forth in my mind, struggling to conjure everything he said. Something did not make sense.

“According to what we have learnt so far, motion is relativistic and different with respect to the reference body used, hence the concept of relative velocity.  How then, can light have a constant speed? Is light an exception?” I asked.

“I will show you the answer in the laboratory.  At the moment I recommend basking in the warmth and splendour of this sunlit landscape.”  He almost recited in a dramatic tone.

“Can I ask you one more question? It is quite a silly one but it has been bothering me for quite a while.” I spoke softly, letting the crickets win in a ‘battle of the loudest.’

He nodded approvingly.

“When the Flash (DC Comics) runs so fast relative to other “earthlings” why does time slow down for him?”

“Although I have not read the comic books, the concept you are referring to is called time dilation.   I want you to learn about it yourself.  There is a young chap, I reckon a brilliantly foolish one, on the internet who has posted a wonderful article with a small thought experiment called the ‘Parable of His Holy Balls.’ You must read it.”  he said before he looked at his watch.

It was dusk.

The last gleam of light dancing on the water as day turned into darkness.


I think the boat remained motionless for a while, or we must have drifted along with the current. Either way the speed of the boat was the least of my concerns.


The next day, Uncle Pyotr sent Varvara the following link: