Ronie Dinosaur

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 112 - What Is Time? A change in status in someone’s heart. Yesterday, I was everything. Today, I cannot even greet you as an equal- you, another man’s wife, your children now the age we were Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 26 - I am Poor What would a man with such character walk like? Forward without optimism, disciplined without reward, solitary without self-pity, ethical without spectators. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 22 - Beauty This is not Instagram poetry. It is not workshop poetry. It is closer to existential field notes- written by someone counting steps, not applause. Ronie Dinosaur walking Read more from here...

I am so poor that in the underworld I live in, when I look up from the very bottom, I can’t even see the poverty line drawn across its sky. Twinkle, twinkle little stars- Read more from here...

According to the principles of special relativity, as an object's speed increases and approaches the speed of light (c), time dilation occurs, meaning time slows down for that object relative to a stationary observer. For a hypothetical object traveling exactly at the speed of light, time would effectively stop. From the perspective of a photon, which is massless and always travels at the speed of light in a vacuum, the distance between any two points is zero due to length contraction, and the time taken to travel that distance is also zero due to time dilation. Its entire existence-from emission to absorption-is a single, instantaneous event, illustrating the profound and counter-intuitive nature of the universe as described by Einstein's theories.  For a photon, time stands still. Traveling at the speed of light, it experiences no passage of time, no matter the distance it covers. From a photon’s perspective, emission and absorption are instantaneous events, revealing the strange and fascinating nature of relativity. Read more from here...

She took something from me at first sight- a thing she never gave. I dreamed of spells, Bengali babas murmuring totkas over guttering oil lamps, of coaxing the vanished fragment home or at least lulling its ghost to silence. Read more from here...