As I walked along coconut grooves circumambient my route I could trace back this road to my childhood. A vivid memory began to appear in my mind. I could see myself, as a six year old beside me was a familiar face. The focus of my mind turned to the face. Yes, I can see him now. it was the brilliant face of Mithun, my childhood buddy. Walking laboriously beside me was Mithun. Oiled hair combed back a checked shirt which contained around four colors, carrying a bag, talking in a meticulous manner. Ok now let me focus on what Mithun was saying on this Monday morning on the way to school. Focus focus focus.
I now hear a confident loud voice. We were talking about a recent discussion that was a revealation to both of us. It was a English class where a lesson was being taught about Galileo Galili. His famous Pisa tower experiment. On Sunday we had tried the experiment ourselves. We suspended two stones of approximately equal mass into the water. Waited to hear the first splash of water. SPLASH. Ok they created ripples at the same moment, we observed. Next we suspended a heavy stone and a lighter stone at the same instant. Both the objects traveled at the same speed. The only difference was the sound with which stones touched the water surface. SPLASH. Splash.
We were at the point of an argument and I had finished my say about the matter and now it was Mithun’s turn. I patiently listened to him reasoning out. What he spoke appealed to my mind, I silenced my doubts. What had begun as a bandinage became our leisure pursuit. It was in the eighth grade they taught us about gravity and it’s laws, several years after our experiment. By then we had mastered basics of classical Newtonian physics. And enthralled at studying various theories about the atomic nature.
I saw the well which had witnessed our first scientific feat. I picked up a few stones and threw them. Splash. SPLASH.