This isn't a history book.
This isn't a science book either.
It's a bunch of letters. To the people who were too smart for their time and too lonely for this world. To those who gave everything to science - and got nothing back.
It's for Tesla, who lit the world but died in darkness.
It's for Vashishtha Narayan Singh, who solved equations faster than a computer but lost himself in silence.
It's about failure, genius, madness, and hope.
It's about what it means to be forgotten even when you've changed the world.
And maybe it's also a letter to myself - or to anyone who's ever felt invisible after doing something big.
Because sometimes we don't want a trophy. We just want someone to say, "I see you."
So, yeah.
With love, science.
With love, static silence.
With love, infinite sorrow.
This isn't a history book.
This isn't a science book either.
It's a bunch of letters. To the people who were too smart for their time and too lonely for this world. To those who gave everything to science - and got nothing back.
It's for Tesla, who lit the world but died in darkness.
It's for Vashishtha Narayan Singh, who solved equations faster than a computer but lost himself in silence.
It's about failure, genius, madness, and hope.
It's about what it means to be forgotten even when you've changed the world.
And maybe it's also a letter to myself - or to anyone who's ever felt invisible after doing something big.
Because sometimes we don't want a trophy. We just want someone to say, "I see you."
So, yeah.
With love, gravity.
With love, static silence.
With love, infinite sorrow.
With love, science.