unsolved puzzle:is it?

I am not at all a good reader but still I wish to have all my articles and scribbled pieces to be thoroughly read and remarked.Starting  a book appears quite challenging especially then when we need to keep the promises of the writer and his reverie.Everytime I turn a new page,new references clog alluring my mind to revert back to my own construed world and that is when the book leaves and I too.The act of reading  ought to be very beautiful cause it creates an acquaintance with people's experiments with words and phrases and assemblies of thoughts.What price do I have to pay for having such a taciturn and callolus attitude towards the book I buy and then debar them from sharing the best they have in them.Some where in my pack rat collections I read a line that words and thoughts never die,they are perennial attributes of human mind that stay,are conveyed and manytimes repeated in every era.I am also a bit sure that a parallel thought exists which upon meet bridges a bond of intimate fantasy towards each other.

We can relate the basis of relationships to this context where two quite strange personalities commit to be together and bear each one's weaknesses and strengths throughout their lives despite their naturalism that has always moved them apart from any sort of compromise and made them habitual of creating a personal cosy corner.It is too hard to share one's space and call it not as any onterference.It seems clumsy to think about the scenario when some body will stay with us forever even when we would like to breathe alone .Is it too intimidating which generally freaks out people before they are asked too carry the responsibilities of relationship.

The idea of living together with someone whom you got with to know better but have least choice to hate him to make it work sounds like an enforcement of kind of a law.It seems a despotic command from somewhere that forces two free souls to love each other and their instincts.Is it too hard or does it fall under destiny sport?Are people really happy this way or whether there is any second chance?Again the ever hounding questions like what if?why?how?and many more pell-mell situations and fear come alive at an age where we got to meet someone to take our lives somewhere near to second inning where we will play different roles in some new people that are yet to come.Growing old with them whom we never saw or met in our amazing 23 years is a feeling which is not at all ringing any bell at present nor does it appearing too simple .It is something we may call a period of transition where every generation feels a bit incoherent and uncertain.The mesh of this conundrum is quite dense to dig in and pull out the factions to regain the composure .Discussing the paradox in love,its different dimensions,its greatness and complications  needs tactis and logics to introduce in the battle of doubts ..............