The Gravity of My Affaire-du-Coeur!

[JUSTIFY]The gravity of the situation is just hitting home. Yes, it is pretty grave - no I am not headed that way so soon, but the situation, I meant, is pretty grave. All thanks to that element called 'gravity'... and now I am referring to that entity which measures 9.8m/sec sq.

I have always had a love hate relationship with gravity. Right from the time I was born. I suspect strongly that they probably dropped me on me head when I was a baby (and then conveniently forgot to tell me about it :rant). Gravity just realized that I must be a precious little creature if my people decided to introduce my cranium to, shall we say 'her' (meaning Ms. Gravity?) at such a young and tender age. Or maybe she loved the rattle of whatever little stuff was inside it when it made contact with her. Ms. Gravity. Well, why Ms. and not Mr.? No sexist biases here, but I thought her maternal instincts towards me indicated the possibility that Ms. would be more appropriate.

Ever since that moment, she took it on herself to pull me to herself at every opportunity given to her, often with no prior warning. Such enduring love - good enough to be given a French sobriquet - L'Affaire du Coeur! So much of it that it hurt! Quite literally. The little critters living in the lap of her twin sister Mother Earth would fall in love with my knee or elbow or whatever other part of the anatomy that made contact with her and refuse to let go. Then there would be Consequences with a capital C. Consequences which must certainly have driven my biological Mother up the wall .... despite which, surprisingly, she still retained her love for me. Of course she was not beyond little acts of revenge such as using methylated spirit to clean up pus-filled wounds which would eventually lead to a high fever, courses of antibiotics .... towards recovery only to go and kiss Ms. Gravity all over again!

My love affair with Momma Gravity never abated. All through life she kept showering affectionate kisses and hugs on me. Even at the most inconvenient moments when I was riding a moped or when I was running down stairs to hurry off to work. Love - that many splendoured thing - in excess, can hurt physically as well as emotionally - imagine the affront to one's dignity when one's mother decides to shower her love and affection so publicly at the most inopportune moments! The consequences, be it degenerate joints or broken cartilages or bones ..... are certainly grave. Only they don't ensure early entry to that place. No, although reasonably (or unreasonably) grave, they are not that grave either! Oh dear! Momma Gravity, would you kindly learn to accept the reality? Your much loved daughter is now a grown up and not in such regular displays of affection. She knows you love her and she reciprocates your sentiments whole-heartedly, but she wishes you would stop embarrassing her so regularly in public! [/JUSTIFY]

 

Hi Parineeta, don't people 'gravitate' towards each other when in love? Only difference is that I do tend to take things a bit too literally! So it is that I have not really noticed the difference between rolling a ball around and rolling around like a ball myself. It also talks of the quality of empathy - empathy for a ball!

 

Thanks Kamalji! :-D