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You, Me and Math

Nov 10, 2025
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By Pallavi Verma


The Remains of Us 3 :: You, Me and Math Sitting in a Room(Disclaimer: Math Experts, please be kind) I'm not good at Math, I divided our good moments with our bad ones and ended up with an indivisible number that led me on a merry chase, and no it was not a piece of pie We kept going in circles while I tried to look for different angles to see things from A-cute angle can turn into an obtuse one really fast I plotted the graph of you and me and ended up in a maze that I couldn't solve I tried to find you in our equation but we don't function as smoothly as a quadratic function now do we Coy theta may be the I inverse of tan theta but I was caught in a different kind of tangent with you altogether So I made it simpler- if you have 10 apples and I have 12, how many do we have altogether? Answer- you have 22 apples and I have 2 baskets Like I said, I'm not good at Math but I am good at board games, crosswords and riddles. I know that just because 8 down and 4 across share the same letter doesn't mean they're the same word I know that u and i will always be together in 'ruin', 'bruise' and 'anguish' I know that the only heart you have is in an incomplete deck of cards on your shelf I also know that right before you reach 100, a snake can put you right back to 1, no matter how many ladders you've crossed


By Pallavi Verma


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