"Neena H. Brar"の名言

The young, thought Sharma, have this ability to suffer much in the time of grief, unlike the old who have seen enough sorrow and know it shall not stay forever. The young hardly know grief is like a thunderstorm. It comes whispering softly at first, a distant hum, a halo of vehemence in the sky, and then there is a sudden, violent, and copious outpouring; that drenches everything that comes in its way. It darkens the sky and turns every inch of green terrain dusky grey. But they don’t realize its ferocity will become less with the lapse of time, and the sun will shine bright and warm, and wash the land golden, and no one would be able to tell there had been a storm. They scarcely understand this essential unfolding of grief isn’t meant to last forever, and eventually, it shall come to pass.

Time heals everything, that’s what everyone says. Wounds heal and leave only scars behind. But some wounds run too deep to heal, and pierce the deepest layers of one’s soul. They stay there unhealed and ready to ooze blood at the first sign of grief.

When she met Rudra, it was as if she had just awakened to the world and discovered its wonder. She knew a lot about dreams and a little about wickedness.

The Hardest Part Not the loving, but the part just after— the remembering when you gathered the broken pieces of what once had been whole and the part after that— the forgetting when you drowned those pieces one by one into abyss.

To love; not just love but the way it becomes your whole existence you got to have some madness in your blood.

If You Forget Me if you forsake me I shall forget you too don’t take me for the lone redbud that lay bare behind your window in the garden with branches naked, robbed of life in the dead of winter waiting once again to embrace spring which has forsaken it before.

Only after loving you I realised I had an empty space; this little void, a tad bit of hollow inside a corner of my heart and it screamed: Fill me up!

You must not always believe me when I say I will love you untill eternity because love just like weather does not last forever and you must not ask too many questions because if there is no answer I will be tempted to lie.

When in love try keeping your heart sane. Once it loses sanity the mind usually follows the course.

After family, books are the things that make me happy. Books are my solace, my sanctuary from the everyday cares. If I could I would make reading my soul occupation.