Cupid-struck or Romance-hued Scotch kind of or Intellectual set or A mixed bag, irrespective of the segment they belong to, Relationships are not just those mute corridors of life where  man and woman, fully equipped with each planet’s ammunition, serenade each other with floral or citrus or musk notes, steal kisses and exchange many a delectable musical note through their lips, but are amorous phases in life when the tickling, titillating, teasing and sensuous bodies of words throb in a fresh lease of life, thus creating an open- auditorium drenched with dewdrops and the early fine sliver of rains. So what do they do – man and woman march past the time-tested, predictable behavioral nuances and present respective credentials to the other – simply put CONVERSATIONS. Indeed, free-flowing Conversations are those secret elements that a man or a woman get excited over and secretly wish for their longevity. Interestingly, this whimsical beauty is exploited to its potential during the initial surge of an interaction and then in the {Link: “second chance or engagement”…..}  

  I guess when you’re young, you just believe there’ll be many people with whom you’ll connect with. Later in life, you realize it only happens a few times. You can never replace anyone, because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details. Even being alone…it’s better than…sitting next to a lover and feeling lonely. More on this soon! Do I sound too formal and heavy like most of our strategy presentation? Not at all.  To be a romantic is quite hard an existence,Mon coeur est cassé beaucoup un temps, mais il ne renonce pas… . As a woman who is experiencing heady a mix of conversations with a few interesting & intelligent men, I am at this mile-stone* dangerous phase ahead* on this long winding lonely road where broken pieces of Conversations waiting to be strung, longing to be kissed, yearning to be lulled into a blissful dream….. I may brush past Conversations quickly in this section, but promise a lingering pause over this matrix as comprehended by me “Percieved so & Felt so : High Maintenance and Low Maintenance” garage talk…umm!   

Harry Burns: There are two kinds of women: high maintenance and low maintenance.
Sally Albright: Which one am I?
Harry Burns: You’re the worst kind. You’re high maintenance but you think you’re low maintenance.
  Work in progress!I just covered the first mile. Intricated with my existence, i.e. My work. My heart, dnot know why, these days, Cart-wheeling and Somersaulting!

{Link: and those who love silence *umm, do read this!“I constantly wanted to say something to her; but I was silent..” Turgenev. Yes, silence carries its own story.