  When you have found the right person a lifetime seems insufficient. But when a lifetime is not possible, even a week will suffice.
That’s what N wrote in his blog about his latest romantic debacle. But how do you define the “right person”? It’s not the statistics – background, career, responsibility, availability, age, height, complexion, food habits. It’s not the “opposites attract” analogy. It’s not the heart-over-mind way either. It’s not even a combination of all these. It’s more like a little bit of some of these and lots of something else. Is it the comfort? Is it instinct?
Is it the feel that the other person and you put together = right / magic? I haven’t figured out what it is. But a tiny step closer – I have understood what it isn’t. it is not statistics. Hell, if statistics were the only or main consideration, half the relationships or marriages would not exist. C would not be in a jet-setting career, with a relationship back home with a younger Mallu boy, atleast not at 26. she would have been married to a nice, Kong boy who was 3 years older than her. She would probably be teaching kids in a small school. It statistics had their way, I would not have gone around with T. I would have recently married or had one planned for the near future with a boy who came from a similar background, who could speak kannada, ate veg food most of the time and who could relate to me and my family at some level.
With the right statistics, H would not have contemplated a relationship that wounds like a recipe for everything that could go wrong. At best, she would have married a good Iyengar boy, at worst, she would have married C. Nah! It’s not the statistics. 
