indian-fiction

In the white marble hall of the hotel, I'm waltzing with Rajat. The music is a river and we're dancing in it. It winds against our bodies, muscular as a serpent.

Every act of goodness is born from our desire to be happy.

Believe in your greatness. Because what you believe is what you become.

Failure is the greatest teacher.

When you treat your failures as lessons, you can never fail.

You have not failed until you accept your failure.

Don't care about success or failure. Keep doing what you love. Success will follow.

Thank people who help you because they make you happy. Thank people who don't help you because they make you strong.

When you have power and use it for destructive purpose: you don't deserve it.

When it's possible for you to dream, it's not impossible to achieve.

Everything in this world happens with a purpose. You are born in this world with a purpose, you are chosen by purpose.

..now, seated hunched over paper in a pool of Anglepoised light, I no longer want to be anything except what who I am. Who what am I? My answer: I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have seen done, of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I've gone which would not have happened if I had not come. Nor am I particularly exceptional in this matter; each 'I', every one of the now-six-hundred-million-plus of us, contains a similar multitude. I repeat for the last time: to understand me, you'll have to swallow a world.

She looked so beautiful, with every smile of hers, I was falling for her. She had the perfect set of teeth for the perfect face to make up that perfect smile.

Policemen are often confronted with situations which baffle them at first. A certain crime scene may seem meaningless, but they have to derive some meaning out of it. They have to connect the dots, find the links, delve into its history, look for evidence, come up with a zillion theories and arrive at truth. The thing is, truth is always stranger than fiction.

Every act of goodness it's born from our desire to be happy.

Whole life is a search for beauty. But, when the beauty is found inside, the search ends and a beautiful journey begins.

I wash the clothes, rinse them and then scrub them again. Will that square little box do that? I am not using any fancy machines when my hands will do.

Sometimes, it is easier to leave things as they are, rather than to fight, go against the flow.