Remembering Daisy.

Prologue: Intersection Points

"Because in his heart, he knows he will always remember Daisy."

The table top was brown in colour, patches of scratch marks, casual vandalism of words and drawings filled it top. In other words, just like any other tabletop. And on top of it, as we all would have expected, the usual students pack of inventory- pencil case, water bottle, calculator, rough paper, mathematics notes and a rather delicate stalk of daisies.

He poured through his set of complex numbers just wondering seemingly how everyone around him find nothing really complex about it and work through them in a wistful breeze. Modulus of that, conjugate of this, argument of ... Things just didn't make sense, not only is it complex, it is also variable in nature.

He looked up once more. Some were on question 17 already while some have even moved on to vectors. But he was looking beyond that enclosure, for outside on the busy street was what he has always been used to. Young kids playing with no worries whatsoever, secondary students having fun after school, adults returning home after work and the usual elderly couple at the bench. And among all these, the flower shop was just across the street.

And across the page, Question 10 Part (i) asked for the minimum distance. Part (ii) then asked for the maximum argument. Almost as if they are just concerned about the turning/defining points, where things began, where things conclude, and of course where things are at the peak of conversion. Never does it take into account all the other points in between. He is at like the perpendicular bisector point now, stuck in between of nowhere. Right where 18 is, a sort of intersection point if you like, hanging there by the balance, trying hard to equate itself, but knowing very well eventually its one way or the other- so much like question 8, either more than or less than, there is no equal in the range- its a range. In some ways as ridiculous as it seems, the never ending flow and variety of life is just so characteristically reflected in the sine graph on his graphic calculator.

And almost seemingly so, the flower shop sells that range of flowers that you can imagine- roses, sunflowers, carnations,chrysanthemum, poppies and of course, daisies.

Daisy. Yes, Daisy.

Perhaps amongst all the complexity in life at the moment, his heart yearns for what he has always remembered. Through the innocence of childhood, to the teenage years in secondary school and beyond into the life of the future- he longs for that rain of sunlight. And as he stare at the mess of equations in his workings he knew that things had never been smooth right on the first try and they never will be. They will always be sinusoidal in nature. And as he attempts to restart his workings, his heart too traces back to time-zero(t=0) when things first began. Back when it started with a minimum before the very complexities which we all know of now.

Because in his heart, he knows he will always remember Daisy.

And in due time, you will too.

From Words in Itself.