We start from no bond
Then we bond with mother
Later with father
And then we lose the count of bonds
But gradually as we grow
Older and mature
The number of bonds again decline
One by one slowly dissapearing
Some fade away and some break off
But then comes the time
When all you have is the mom of your child
And at the grave all we have is ourself
We start from no bond and end with no bond
May be that is why life is called a paradox

- Angitha