Zero sat in a corner of the room looking at his cheery mates. They all looked so purposeful. They had some value. Even teeny weeny One looked arrogant. He looked down his nose to peer at Zero, making him cower. The thought brought back a fresh set of tears. Zero sobbed into the shadows. He was here first. But that statement is itself contradictory. When he was nothing, how can nothing be first? Maybe these numbers are correct. he is really nothing.
Something hit Zero. He looked up to see the regal Nine. He was holding a set of darts. Six, his cousin was by his side. A few numbers younger than Nine but with all the characteristics of Nine but in reverse, they made a perfect pair.
The only human, Aryabhatta sat in another corner of the room, unaware of the goings on behind him. Zero wanted to shout, call him out, fight with him. But he was nothing. How could nothing fight with someone? Another fresh set of tears. Continue reading