What do you do after reaching the summit of Mt. Everest? After you've clicked the pictures to establish posterity while inhaling the thick cold air surrounding you? Yes, what next? Do you set up a camp there and contemplate civilization? Or do you fall asleep hoping you'd never wake up because you know in the back of your head that it can't get better? So what shall you do now? Other than packing up your stuff and descent quietly with a smirk plastered on your frozen face? Isn't it ironical that you reach the top only to walk down again? And while trying hard not to give in to gravity, you reminisce the moments that garnished your ascent. Excuse moi for terrible analogy but isn't that how relationships work too? You reach a point of absolute bliss only to become a victim of vertigo? You begin to worry what if this is the high point, ain't everything that follows going to be a steady downhill? One goofup and boom! You're falling free. What if this and what if that and what if thatis (the bastard child of this and that, ladies and gentlemen)? Two many thoughts. Two many variables. Speaking of two, they shouldn't climb a mountain in the first place. They should aim for a plateau like Tibet even if the Chinese embassy refuses to staple their visa.