Life is in perfect harmony when things around you are going just fine. It is like a perfectly tuned guitar and you strum the magical music of life on it and things fall in place - the bass, the percussion et al, added by the other elements in your life which are also in sync.
A hug at this time is a quick one. You don't have time for physical contacts when you are busy playing a divine song. You want to finish the act, which has a remote semblance to the act of hugging, as fast as possible and return back to the rhythm which glides you on.
And then there are days where a few strings fall loose, when your life-guitar is out of tune and things start going awry. Whatever tune you play sounds obnoxious, ugly and absolute rubbish. The audience then gets its cue, shouts expletives at you and pushes you to the altar of failure.
A hug at this time from a loved one ought to be a prolonged one. Tuning needs some time. It needs the two to be in sync, only then your loose strings get attuned. Its like squeezing a moist cloth and what comes out of it are tears that have the magical capacity of acting as grease on the screws that smoothly tighten the strings and you are back on stage playing the tune which everyone adores!
The gist is when life is throwing beamers at you, step back, transfer your weight to your back-foot, position yourself and crack it over the midwicket region.
