As bright at a ray of light.
As soft as the fresh snow.
As deep as a valley.
As smooth as velvet.
As happy as a lark.
So close, yet so far.
-Rupali
An incredible story about a lady born on 7th November in 1867. In 1890, she was 23 years old without any formal degree, working as a governess in her father’s friends house in Warsaw to help support her sister who was struggling to get an education in Paris. She fell in love with the elder son of the family who refused her as she had no prospects or money. Heartbroken and weary she wrote to her sister Bronia that she was stupid, would remain stupid and nothing would ever come of her life…
… Thirteen years on she won a Nobel Prize along with her husband Pierre, and won another one for Chemistry eight years later. Marie Curie was one of the greatest and bravest scientists ever. Her research notes are still radioactive and she died of cancer from radiation.
Years later, that elder son who she sought, Kazimerz, became one of Poland’s most famous mathematicians. As an old man he was often seeing sitting quietly beside mother’s statue at the Radium Institute in Warsaw.
(Joy Bhattacharjya)
Inspired by Becca’s Nurturing Thursday