Magnates, for instance, enjoy simple relationships. A magnet is either attracted or repelled by the company of another. In accordance with these feelings, they will either pull forcefully together or push in opposite directions as quickly as possible. Magnates follow laws of electrical currents and elementary particles; no further interpretation is needed.
Superficially, this behavior resembles Bolero ballroom dance (in its most Spanish form). Which explains why Ira and Lakshit were drawn together, but only initially. The resemblance, as I said, is superficial. In most ways people and magnates are dissimilar, as Ira and Lakshit demonstrated.
Lakshit studied physics at the University of Madras, where he learned (for he paid attention) that magnetism will only weaken when a combination of stray electromagnetic fields and heat destabilizes its alignment. This is a slow process. For example, a samarium-cobalt will withstand roughly 700 years of this strain before decreasing to half strength. Lakshit remained faithful to Ira for seven months; during that time Lakshit and Ira were Bolero partners. When Ira called from their sofa, “Lakshit! Who will you dance with tonight?” she ended her question with a sneeze.
“I’m not going tonight,” he replied. “You are sick, so I am going to study.”
“You are sure? I don’t mind if you go.”
“That is something you and I do together.”
This was not the first lie that Ira told Lakshit; she did in fact mind if he went to dance without her. She enjoyed those hours on the worn wood of the studio floor, when she faced the mirror over Lakshit’s shoulder and saw her hand rest on his waist just so and her heels snapped when she moved. She felt she possessed him most powerfully, most femininely in those moments.
This was the first lie that Lakshit told Ira; he was in fact going to dance with another student in his physics department. After they danced, Lakshit would follow her to an apartment and they would make love and talk about music and traveling to Spain someday to see the bulls. When he left, Lakshit felt a pang of betrayal: Was it really so bad that Ira held so tightly to him when they were together, so that he must drag rather than glide with her on the worn wood of the studio floor? And he felt a longing to revert: revert from his own reversion. He turned at the door and announced to his new lover that this could never happen again.
But people do not follow laws of electrical currents and elementary particles, and if we betray X, for whom we betrayed Y, it does not necessarily follow that we have placated X. The first inversion is irreparable. It calls forth a chain reaction of further reversions, each of which takes us farther and farther away from the point of our original betrayal.