"I wish I never met you
But it's a little too late
You left me with these issues that I just can't seem to shake
I wish I never met you, oh
But it's a little too late "
~ I wish I never met you, Oh Wonder
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Time.
What is time?
In physics, this is a huge question. The answer to which most brilliant of our scientists find difficult to answer. Going by the formal definition, time is a measure of non-stop, consistent change in our surroundings, especially from a specific viewpoint.
Delta time, or the change in time is more or less the same thing.
In my life recently, delta time, or my change in time has been a drastic hotchpotch of immeasurable cataclysm, hitting at times when least expected.
Not to be dramatic or anything, but yeah that's about sums it up.
Starting from the day Professor Langdon proposed me to work as his personal assistant. Actually, on thinking back, the real beginning to my delta time, was my last day in Maven's.
To a third person, it would seem like a girl bundled up in wool standing alone infront of a closed coffee shop with her bike, trying to ward off drunkards. But to me, it was the day when I had spoken to Professor Langdon for the first time. The man who saved me from getting raped that night. And from many more after that.
From that day, to today- in a car getting kidnapped by the same professor Langdon and his men.
What is this, if not my delta time?
The car jerks, probably due to a speed breaker. I loose balance and my shoulder bumps against Mr. Beanie's on the other side. He slowly turns from the window, and gives me a cold look, before turning back towards his window with sheer indifference towards me.
I find myself shift the other side uncomfortably to get away from Mr. Beanie- only to bump against professor Langdon. Before I realise and move back to my place, professor Langdon raises his arm and places it on the seat behind my back, making space for me to get closer to him. All the while staring outside the window with an emotionless contrite. His other hand is placed on the window sill on his elbow, his fingers grazing his upper lip in a slow and...almost sinister manner.
I don't trust Professor Langdon anymore than I trust Mr. Beanie. So, I don't move closer to him either.
Instead I ask, "Where are we going, professor Langdon?"
Finally he turns his head toward me. "This is the last time I'll tolerate being called Proffessor by you, Ellora. No more." There is a certain edge to his voice which wasn't there all the previous times he said these same words. His eyes have turned disturbingly blank and cold.
And for the first time, instead of complying to him I do the opposite, "I will call you whatever the hell I want. Where are you taking me, professor Langdon." I make a point to emphasize on the 'professor'.
He gives me a hard look.
It takes everything within me to stop myself from looking away from that cold, impossibly empty swirl of chocolaty depth that his eyes have become. The same pair of eyes, once upon a time whose beauty was my biggest distraction in Quantam Physics class.
I stare back at him, even though every cell in my body instructs me to look away.
And then he turns away.
Simply, turns away from me and resumes looking outside the window at the world.
Shocked at this blatant disrespect, I start, "I just asked somethi-"
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My Dark Scientist
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