If Relationships can be Unconditional?

Agony in not finding any unconditional relationship in the world is the greatest blow that we get at a certain age when we get to know the realities and truth that stayed inside a cave wearing a treacherous attire bounding us to such a fake relationship, let it be of any kind. 

Sitting on the couch like a salamander in the filthy polluted lake, I wonder what's happening around. I could feel the aromatic compounds finding their ways into my nostrils straightaway heading from my kitchen. The crockeries waiting in the deep sink for getting washed and being chaste as before. A song from the idiot box that plays tremendous musical notes that sang a lot many Hindi songs that I loved to listen to but now it seems the songs trouble my puny little ears a lot. I feel like the melody murders my poor little heart that sighs a lot for nothing or may be just to get resuscitated after a painful misery again.

The drama begins, the next day starts with a sunshine that hugs me and lifts me from bed but still feeling like Sophocles sword hung around my neck. The notorious thoughts that don't go away from my bloody brain. I feel like a miserable mahout who hasn't gained any control to tame its huge animal. 

Memories are at times too painful. As we try to forget, they peep again and again like the poisonous creeper that enters the window from the balcony. The day has begun and I went out just to deviate from what had happened. I saw an old couple holding hand in hand before the church. I assumed the old man had Alzheimer as the way he stood and walked. The lady, probably his wife held his hand tight and they crossed the road. I wondered was it the age when couples really become unconditional with each other and caring. Then again I followed them, just checked where they went. The lady was in a yellow frock, lean, wrinkles all around her face running from everywhere to everywhere. She whispered something in his ears and took him to jewelry shop. I wondered again, for what it could be that an old man so sick was led by his wife to the jewelry shop in this hour when the sun's scorching heat had no empathy to even it's own shadow sweating in disguise. I understood even at the last breath man is greedy, behind money and riches. It's like the frog which cries for food even when inside the mouth of a snake waiting for its death. 

I could see a mother and baby sitting in the back seat of a car waiting for someone. Yes, this was the relationship which I felt was unconditional. What do you think? Is it an unconditional relationship? The bond between mother and a child is always believed to be of such kind. Later, when I thought for a while, this kind too gets fake after a couple of years. From the very birth, the baby has to be fed, she cries, she pukes, she pees, she depends on her mother to be nurtured and in return what the mother gets is the happy innocent smile of the baby and the warmth both receive when the baby gets fed every time. In a way one gets reason to survive and the other gets everything to survive. Then I guess this kind of a bond too becomes conditional after child birth.