Not many days back I said men are not for tears. And my friend glanced at me with bewilderment. She asked me then what could they do. I had a skeptic smile and said shoulders are to be there for men to shed tears. She had a hearty laugh and spoke of her thin but firm shoulder. It was almost a laugh aside thing.
A few months back, writing at another space about broken relationships ,I thought it should be made as easy as possible, no rancour, no misgivings. Apart from one's family relationships no relationship is seemingly permanent unless endured. Endurance is like the little sparrow collecting odd objects and making a nest. It is so subtle, so soft and sprightly that just an amazing experience is left with the onlooker. Recently I had two relationships on the verge of breaking up, divergent they were and fragile they had been from the very beginning. One we could salvage, the second one I fear, I could not. Bringing personal factors for public gaze is no virtue, yet no other way I could say what I feel should be told. Like a nestling tiny bird we preserve our integrity and shortfalls and disturbing issues are taken care of by our ingrained objectivity. For me instinctive emotions are poor commentators on human relations. Well, I am instinctive and yet I regard my companion's impulses as important and as virgin I could estimate mine. The moment I say I am always right and he is always wrong, the death knell of our togetherness is there. Rarely we come over.I speak half truth, see him as a bundle of nerves and never think he has a proper identity worth respect and always I am full of myself, could I ever be a friend? I cherish friends as followers, then I am never a companion, but a self seeker.
No relationship could flourish if it is sized in terms of mental maturity and obstinacy. If I am a butterfly I would grease your hand with obfuscate colours and particles. You may be a soft blade of grass, tender and radiant, my presence shall make you dusty and the scarce tenderness you dissipate. . In such cases rarely could we linger a faith. When we sustain such odds, we allow relationship bloom with patience and the waiting pays rich. And there comes the fervour and matured mutual faith . Relationship, friendship or companionship are matters of assimilation and never could they be like gathering of odd objects for making a nest. One has to live them and never endure .
