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Right questions?

The future is where we will live tomorrow. Whether you will live in it all alone, or with someone new walking in after every act, only to leave a short while later, still a stranger, or with someone who will hold your hand and walk with you till you both drop off the horizon would depend on you asking the right questions as you explore a new relationship.
Reading the above lines in an article in Sunday Indian, I feel not all the times can the right questions sustain a relationship; sometimes you don't even need to. All pieces of puzzle fit perfectly some time though we don't know when and remain impatient and restless till the time comes.

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