I am new to the game of golf. It is a frustrating game, to say the least when you are not playing well and lose a dozen balls. You hit the ball and it soars into the sky only to land in the rough and will never be retrieved. And then you hit an amazing shot and you talk about it in great detail over dinner irrespective of the company. There is something else about golf which is very special. You are a part of a foursome. Some of them or all of them are strangers whom you have never met before and will never meet again. There are tentative introductions. By the third hole, you are not strangers anymore. Another two or three holes and you are amazed about how much you have in common with those strangers. By the 10 hole, we are all laughing together. Since my game of golf is not so good, the strangers hurt as much as I do if I do not shoot well and they rejoice more than I do when I hit the ball well. They give me pointers and sincerely want me to do better. At the end of the game, you part with them as great friends. And then they are strangers again. There is a certain intimacy of this short-lived relationship that I cannot explain. Like a distant shooting star that is gone in the blink of an eye but stays with you for much longer. In all of our other relationships, there is a tomorrow, but here there is none. Do we give ourselves the luxury of ruining the today in our daily relationships as there is a good chance of a better tomorrow? Does it make sense to sacrifice our today for tomorrow since today is all we have? Maybe all our relationships can be as pleasant as when we are with strangers, who in a few hours will be strangers again. The intimacy of strangers……