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It all started with a discussion I had with my chemistry teacher.<\/p>\n
It was a drowsy afternoon \u2014 the kind where sunlight slips lazily across the desks, and the air smells faintly of chalk and sulphuric acid.<\/p>\n
Sheena Miss stood by the blackboard, drawing tiny circles and arrows, her voice calm and steady. She was explaining how elements were born \u2014 how hydrogen fused into helium, how stars lived, died, and scattered their ashes across the universe.<\/p>\n
Then she said it, almost casually: Something stirred in me. I looked at the periodic table on the wall \u2014 oxygen, carbon, iron \u2014 and thought, that\u2019s what I\u2019m made of too.<\/em><\/p>\n I raised my hand. She smiled. \u201cYes. From clouds of gas and dust left behind when stars died.\u201d<\/p>\n I frowned. \u201cBut\u2026 how does gas make a planet?\u201d<\/p>\n She turned to the board and sketched a swirl of dots. I nodded. \u201cAnd then?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen gravity pulls more and more of it together until a planet is formed.\u201d<\/p>\n I leaned forward. \u201cBut\u2026 why did gravity pull it together?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s how gravity works,\u201d she said simply. \u201cMass attracts mass.\u201d<\/p>\n I hesitated. \u201cBut why does gravity exist?\u201d<\/p>\n She paused for a moment. \u201cThat\u2019s something even science is still trying to understand.\u201d<\/p>\n That moment stayed with me long after the bell rang.<\/p>\n That night, something changed. It began like a game initially. Why does the frog croak like that? – Because it\u2019s calling for rain, or maybe a mate. Soon, my curiosity turned inward.<\/p>\n How does human memory work? – It encodes, stores, and retrieves information. And then came the question that stopped me \u2014 Every pattern I traced ended at a why<\/em> that had no answer. What began as curiosity slowly became a kind of urge. My mother soon grew curious about what I was doing. One evening she asked, \u201cWhat are you always thinking about?\u201d She listened patiently, then smiled in that calm, reassuring way only mothers do, and said, And that\u2019s when it clicked.<\/p>\n Maybe that\u2019s how it all began \u2014 not the universe, but our need for God.<\/em> But then another thought struck me. Could the Bible<\/em>, the Bhagavad Gita<\/em>, the Quran<\/em> – be nothing more than the imagination of seekers, philosophers, poets \u2014 writing their experiences and unknowns – ages ago – passed down through generations?<\/p>\n Generation 1 had a hundred unanswered whys.<\/em> Perhaps they are humanity\u2019s way of remembering that last why<\/em> \u2014 And in that realization, my game of asking why<\/em> became something more than that. Because the moment I imagine knowing everything \u2014 when every why<\/em> has an answer \u2014 I worship the mighty WHYs,<\/strong><\/em> [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It all started with a discussion I had with my chemistry teacher. It was a drowsy afternoon \u2014 the kind where sunlight slips lazily across the desks, and the air smells faintly of chalk and sulphuric acid. Sheena Miss stood by the blackboard, drawing tiny circles and arrows, her voice calm and steady. She was […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":470,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-464","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-creations"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpleink.in\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/464","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpleink.in\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpleink.in\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpleink.in\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpleink.in\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=464"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/purpleink.in\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/464\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":473,"href":"https:\/\/purpleink.in\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/464\/revisions\/473"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpleink.in\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/470"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpleink.in\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=464"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpleink.in\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=464"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpleink.in\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=464"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\u201cEverything you see around you was once stardust.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n
\u201cSo\u2026 Earth came from stars?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThrough something called accretion. Dust and gas collide, stick together, and grow larger.\u201d<\/p>\n
I started asking how, when,<\/em> and why<\/em> about everything \u2014 not just stars or planets, but the smallest, most ordinary things.<\/p>\n
Then why the frog<\/em> \u2014 why not something else? – Because every living thing is different.
Why does it need to croak at all? – To survive. To continue its kind.
Why must anything survive? – Because every living being strives for life.
Why were living beings designed to do that? – I had no answer.<\/p>\n
How is memory stored in the brain? – Through networks of neurons \u2014 synaptic connections forming patterns that hold experiences.
Why are some memories lost? – Because the synaptic connections weaken or were never strongly encoded.
Why do some things you never forget? – Because emotion or survival strengthens those synaptic patterns.
Why do you forget something but suddenly remember it later? – Because triggers like smells or sounds awaken the same networks.<\/p>\n
Why was the human brain built this way ?<\/strong><\/p>\n
And every time I reached that point, something in me felt both frustrated and awake \u2014 as if I had touched the edge of what humans could know.<\/p>\n
It was never the what<\/em>, when<\/em>, how<\/em>, or where<\/em> \u2014 it was the why<\/em> that felt so mighty.<\/p>\n
She would find me staring at nothing in particular, lost somewhere between thought and wonder.<\/p>\n
I told her \u2014 about gravity, about memory, about all the whys<\/em> that never seemed to end.<\/p>\n
\u201cGod made it happen.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n
We created the idea because we needed something to point to when we reached that final, unanswerable why.<\/em>
Because silence is unbearable unless we give it a name.<\/p>\n
If that\u2019s true \u2014 if humanity invented God to answer that last why<\/em> \u2014 could it have begun with just one curious mind long ago?<\/p>\n
Generation 2 solved ten and carried the rest 90 forward.
Generation 3 solved twenty and carry forwarded the 70 forward.
And finally now I hold in my hands three holy books that contain the remaining unanswered whys<\/em> \u2014 not answers, but reminders of them.<\/p>\n
the one that has no answer,
the one that makes us turn our faces towards the unknown.<\/p>\n
It became a devotion.<\/strong><\/p>\n
the world would feel smaller. Still and Silent. Without wonder.<\/p>\n
because when all WHYs are answered,<\/strong><\/em>
i know that there will be no God,
<\/strong><\/em>no religion,<\/strong><\/em>
no caste,<\/strong><\/em>
no creed \u2014<\/strong><\/em>
only silence.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n