Our life is beautifully weird, people we meet are incredibly unpredictable and our relationship with them turns out to be strangely twisted.
Some are like a "wrong forecast". We would have expected a thunder storm, but they just happened to be a lovely passing cloud. We admire them but don't keep them beside us always and nudge. We set them high and always look up to them. We are not sad that it ended, but just feel light and happy that it happened. We don't complain if we don't get to meet them again, but also we will not miss a chance to sit with them for a breezy rewind over a cup of coffee.
Within this "wrong forecast" type, there is one more kind. Where we might have wanted an unceasing wave, but unfortunately it turned out to be a brief cyclone. It started so well , but turned other way somewhere in between and so had to meet it's dead end. We miss those good times and do wish it had not ended the way it did. We can't continue as if the mess did not happen and it feels awkward to start over again. We want to have them but know that we can't. And so it gets done and dusted once for all, leaving quietness around us and few unforgettable events as memories inside us to muse upon.
Rarely there are people like "once in a lifetime bloom". We never did expect to meet them, nor there are any chances of crossing them again, but that one time remains hitched into ourselves. Something about their voice, eyes, face, features, attire or words instinctively hit on us like, forever. We will have no reason to talk about them with anybody nor they will have any significance in our life events after that single instance and yet that small memory space was meant for them in our system and so shall they remain...
Then there is the "seasonal kind". With them you will have your season of spring, scourging summer, withering autumn and cold dormant winter. And if destiny allows, there will be spring again. They will come back into our life just as they left. And if they do so, we will receive them without questioning (at least not immediately ) why they left. All concerns, complains, curiosity and gossips that were hanging about them will be quickly wiped off and we just make way for them to sink in like before.
And very few are our "perennial ones". We just happened to meet them once and they happened to be travelling along with us since then. We don't remember how it all started, we can't name and categorize them into one single bond and we just don't bother what is keeping us tight. Here we have our space and longings ,we have our expectations met, similarities cherished and differences understood. There are few days of fights or feeling distant, but that gets waved off and they only go cemented stronger into our life block every time after that. With them we have this unexplained comfort and unimaginable coincidences. Every relationship can be blamed on "time" or "destiny" , but for this one rather than blaming, we are immensely grateful and somehow confident of never losing it.
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