The Joke

I've realised that for a relationship to be deep or meaningful, it need not always lead towards any final conclusion.

Not every friendship need turn into love...not every relationship needs to end in a marriage...nor every love needs to last forever.

Many a times, it is just being with the other person that makes it all worth it.

Love has a cyclical nature...it flows in and out of your life, just like the ebb and flow of tides or the seasons of the sun...

On some days you will feel love flow, while on others you feel its lack.

Some days you are sad for no reason, while on others you are a kite soaring happily over the deep blue skies.

Go with the flow of your life, and don't wish for a final conclusion and never force one if it is not forthcoming.

Also I have learnt that one has to choose a person who chooses you

You are only punishing yourself when you want to be in a relationship with a person more than they want to be in a relationship with you. 

Of course, you must discriminate between whether he/she is playing "hard to get" or whether s/he is genuinely less interested in the relationship than you. 

 If it turns out that he/she really doesn't want to be with you as much as you want to be with him/her, then it is time to realize the relationship won't work.

It is better to move on and work with your hurt in this case than to obsess over lost opportunities.

Although I've begun to come to terms with my destiny, I recently witnessed a glimmer of cosmic humour when a joke was played upon me by the supreme court of human destinies.

We weren't meant to be associated, but in a flash, I saw that our names were etched together on electronic memory in a matter of a few bits and bytes.

A wistful and wry smile passed over my face when I saw the minute irony of this  association when I finally had disassociated from you.

I protested.But my protests went in vain as the person could only remember me through you.

He went on to explain that this association of names was the only way he could ever hope to remember me.

It was a sad realization that I alone had not much of an identity unless I was inexorably associated with you-something which you precisely never wanted to happen !

The sublime cosmic irony was that,irregardless of our reluctance to be associated with each other- that is exactly how I ended up being - associated with you, in their memories.

The final irony is that no one cares of the so called 'association'.

I think I have developed a  keen eye to notice cosmic ironies in life...because all ironies are cosmic.