" Because in the moments when you laugh, you can’t be anything but happy. And in the moments of laughter, there hides love."
"I walked back from lunch,
crossed the street without a second thought,
and was humming a Hindi song when,
just like that, out of nowhere,
"I wait, patiently, curious.
Out of which corner will it enter
and towards where will it go?"
'Look here, you have no reason,
to complain and fret.
There is food in the fridge,
there is this cute home, wood and white.
And of course, there is the duvet.'
'But dear 'esoteric,' inside my head, you shall forever be mapped to the scene in 'Spring summer fall winter... and spring,' where a murderer carves out the Budhist sutra for controlling one's mind. '
"Not the kinds that Robert Frost took in his poetry, the ones less travelled."
'After all Nick Carraway is the narrator, he put the story down. All those observations, carrying layers of meaning, are products of Nick's intelligence.'
'It is hard for me to picturise
the orange of the fire
winning over the deep red of blood.
In the world of colours, I believe,
it happens the other way around.'
'I was here again, borne by the soil, breathing the air and sheltered by the sky of Calcutta.'
'One look into the foggy depths of her eyes, at the mess of her dry, dirty brown hair, at her bare feet that must have burned on the tarred road since forever, in a moment, I was scrounging inside my purse for the right currency note.'