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Mathematics of Relationships

Mathematics of relationships has jostled, jerked, pissed and pushed, dragged and drowned human races.

There's as such no absolute recipe that can help you bake or cook the signature dish of healthy relationships.
Even the chef's special needs addition and subtraction.
House speciality needs some wise multiplication and division.
There's mostly an imbalance.
At times salt is more,
At another sugar is less.
If by chance the chef manages to deal well with both the key ingredients,
Still chances are he might fail,
Since the customer's favorite might be just sour and umami.

The garden of relationships is thus difficult to tend.
Calculations of a seasoned gardener might also fail.
A little less attention to details,
A little more liberal hand at fertilizers and pesticides,
Can contaminate soil, water and turf,
And ultimately might head the dearly planned entire crop of his on the decay's trail.

A beautiful blend of passion and patience is a seedsman's strongest tool,
Since be it thorns beneath the blossoms,
Or blossoms above the thorns,
Both are indispensable for his work field.
While handling the duo he has to remain cool.
He can't pick and choose between barbs and blooms.
Both belong to him.

Alas! The path of relationships is often rough, rocky, stony and bumpy.
Thus one needs to try and master the ace mathematics of relationships and essentially practice addition of understanding, sympathy and empathy,
Subtraction of ego, selfishness and dishonesty,
Multiplication of bliss, satisfaction or contentment,
Equal division of joys, cheerfulness and merriment,
Must be ensured in each and every area of this complex world. 

So that there's no more jerking and jostling and no more pushing and pissing, dragging and drowning of human races in solving the equation of the mathematics of relationships.







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