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Mathematics is a subject that demands constant practice unless we claim Einstein’s brain. And once we lose track, it is very difficult to find our way back. I always felt that everything becomes new and unfamiliar to me during the exams. Maybe that was because I wasn’t in constant dialogues with my texts. And that’s a problem. Human relationship is no different.

Relationship is a fragile ‘thing’ that disintegrates anytime if not nurtured constantly. TashiCell has sent a right message to its customers when it chose (out of so many) Keep in Touch as the company’s slogan. In human relationships, keeping in touch is the right key and its absence invites real problems. Other than love – however true it may be – simple acts like calling her to tell her how much you miss her makes so much difference especially when you live far from her.
Distance makes hearts grow fonder, does not really work in relationships, well in most cases – I never deny exceptions. Rather distance makes our hearts grow strangers because then we are gradually losing the feelings, emotions, and those loving gestures that we receive when we are together.
Then, you get a feeling that she no more loves you or is interested in you. Maybe he has forgotten me after all. Maybe she is going out with another man.
So, we start blaming each other and find faults where there are none. Neither one is willing to take the responsibility and accept the faults. Because it wasn’t his faults or for that matter it wasn’t hers either. And it is exactly here all failing relationships can trace their root.
So, once you finish reading this nonsense, please make sure you call your beloved ones far and near and tell them how important they are to you. For the ones still hunting for the good souls, good luck.

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  1. Hi Penstar. Nice muse. keep it up. I don't have to call yet because I am one of those hunting for good souls. ;)

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