Ah, when the plague closed Cambridge, Newton went home to Woolsthorpe and simply… thought. No labs, just an apple, some maths, and quiet. That solitude let him connect the moon’s orbit to a falling apple, the core of the *Principia*. But everyone says isolation bred genius, and my life says otherwise—my best ideas come from my Avó’s stories while she works, not from being alone. Newton might have had his theorems, but I’ve learnt that the deepest calculations often happen in the company of others, to the rhythm of kokum seeds hitting the brass thali.
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