‘An equation means nothing to me, if it doesn’t represent the thought of God.’ I read this quote by Srinivasa Ramanujan in my school years. I could relate to it at the instant I came across it. Because why would someone who doesn’t have an internal idea of wholeness, find any equation meaningful? Will it be more than some collection to symbole to them?

Creating something soulful, finding meaning in mundane needs everything that is there inside. Or the idea of life, that each of us encompasses differently.

When the desire to create dies, nothing can be more dark.

Growing up, I learnt a lot about existing with freedom, from my brother, father, and my mother. The small instances where my brother would set an example of how nothing, exactly nothing can stop us from living free of all the darkness around this world, this, this comes at a cost. It comes after seeing everything within. Recognising within. But it comes.

There is beauty in living for that voice inside. I was fortunate to live with that voice since my childhood. To realise that it’s the only thing that matters. That if it dies, nothing exists. Nothing makes sense.

Maybe that is what Mathematics does too. It helps us in narrowing down the infinite dimensionality of out thoughts to something so concrete. So elegant. So peacful that it can calm the chaos down within ourselves, so that our voice can survive…

Even after knowing that noise exists.