It was a usual Saturday night party. We were slowly getting drunk, not necessarily on alcohol. Bad conversation, silly jokes, uninvited innuendoes, surprisingly can make your senses go inert, giving a heady feeling close to drunkenness. The difference is that this drunkenness leaves an instant after taste, bad and irritating. I was sitting isolated in a crowd, laughter floating all around. Brilliant people all; talent overflowing. The company could get no better. There was definitely something wrong with me. Even a few months back these parties would have been marked with anticipation. The kick was waning off.
Relationships are like fragile saplings. They need to be nurtured. Even the closest of them cannot be left to take their course. They need steering, they need that wind in the sail, and they need commitment. Surprisingly, even with all these, there are times when relations just live out their lives. Every person comes into our lives for a time; from a lifetime to a splitting second. I call this the relationship lifecycle. There is a certain pattern, predictable and uniform. A start, a growth, a peak, and a table. Sometimes relations freeze on the table-top stage. At other times, they slowly die. All our best efforts may be able to extend the table-top period, but rarely does it revive a falling curve.There are also the cases of table-top comfort zones, secure and uneventful. Thinking it over, I would rather prefer the entire curve, see a death, start with a new curve, and experience the relationship lifecycle to the end.
