Alice R.D-Ramnani
2 min readJun 2, 2021

This is not a love story. It's an almost love story.

I fell in love with passion at a very early stage in my life. I adored animals, placing bets on raindrops and the scratchy sound that the HB pencil made on an A4 paper.

I feel passion a lot in myself and others.

Passion with myself

When I listen to music, Baroque or Choral. There is something unexplainable that happens to my brain and body. I feel and hear NOTHING. I cannot hear anything. I feel. That's one example of my passion in practice.

It is very meditative and calming, on the other hand, rampant and zesty.

Passion in others

In August 2018 I had the most boring evening of my life so far at a museum. I was out with a friend who I hadn't seen in a while and wanted to catch up with. I was holding the conversion, and I fell exhausted. I panicked and with my extreme politeness I let out this bad boy of a question.

What makes you happy?

He then processed to talk about rocks; As a former geologist, I guess It made sense.

Sedimentary, Mineral, Metamorphic, Igneous have I lost you yet?

The list goes on…

Whilst I was holding in my yawn, I heard the first few starting notes of Für Elise (the next-door neighbour's doorbell I think) and it reminded me of my relationship with passion!

My perspective changed immediately.

Rocks started to sound cool? I was excited?

His eyes lit up and I started to see his passion too. We when waltzed on over to the local history museum of science and my anti-rock phase turned into a full-on episode of the Flintstones!

It rocked!