Aporva Kala

People forget history nowadays,that is what the ego does, making one the prisoner of one's inflated present, ignoring the humble past one had lived.

It is better to die than carry the burden of expectations, you die every moment then, bearing situations you are not supposed to put up with.

Two conclusions follow, die a death, live a death.

I was grown up long before the grown ups were the grown ups.

All mothers are rivers and all rivers, mothers.

She liked the idea of a place belonging to the cows, no ownership of human ego.

Sameness of existence. Conformity is inevitable. So is search.

People who are left alone tell the story but are never a part of it; those who are a part of the crowd, are story bound, acting upon the role assigned to them in the theater of living, loving and longing.

Who was it who said something about the Indians being argumentative, good soul, let him come to Haridwar and meet this bunch. Good for him too, if he adapts with age; for if after fifty you don't live the aspirations of the young, go away. Who needs spectacle snails salivating on the Soma of youth?

For, if after fifty you don't live the aspirations of the young, go away. Who needs needs spectacled snails, salivating on the Soma of youth.

For a girl there is a shorter version of youth.

I was sent to a school with bosses for teachers- no Twain, only cane; check your dick you harry, no Dickens either, No Tom Sawyers no David Copperfields only Webster, master it for grammar, the Wren with a dash of Martini-Drink deep.

When the wound is fresh it hurts, more so when you are reminded to the hurt time and again

He didn't ask because he didn't wanted to know. If you know, moments die an instant death. She held his hand in hers; hiding them like a pearl; her coral eyes ensconcing his pain.

That is what the opposites do, cross the swords invariably and unknowingly.

Life cannot be lived without irritations and angers; fights and placation-A cycle of Karma, wheels of succor.

Between us what it was? i couldn't fathom, till she was gone.

I thought of her as she, and she as her.