Aporva Kala, Life... Love... Kumbh... Quotes

At thirty either you are perfect or nothing.

For a girl there is a shorter version 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.

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

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

All mothers are rivers and all rivers, mothers.

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

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.

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.

In her spare time she scribbled her thoughts, wishes and dreams, life and times. It kept her sane despite her loneliness.

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

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

What can a fallen star wish for, but it fulfills other's wishes, is it not?

The gods are real crazy when it comes to prayers. They listen to some sometimes and do not listen to some sometimes. But the whole world prays, nonetheless-All the time

Immortality, thou art a chimerical bridesmaid of life.

Why love has to intense? Women's love isn't. It is a male contribution to a relationship. What does a woman contribute? Children continuity- intentional immortality.

She was finally owned up- it took death as a price for her being accepted.

To each his own. A billion Buddhas. A billion streams of wisdom. All smiling in their anguish.

Legacy proves ones mettle and one's karma.

All writers pen sad stories to garner sympathy, writing is after all for the abandoned of the society: the ink-leech, spewing black blood and sucking innocent souls.

live a death, die a death

Why can't one live a life of disappearing?An invisible man- the real superman.

Why one enjoys maternal grandparents more than the paternal ones, i have never understood, but it was like that for me.

He is too presumptuous about the inanities of appearances, poor realities gone for a toss.

One needs longing to live and enemies make one long for them.

His failure became my destiny

History tells creativity is a result of Soul song.

The words explain us all, each having a meaning in a meantime: every time for a lifetime.

An orchestra of temple bells and chanting erupted suddenly like a pleasing drizzle.

Mr. Rip Wan winkle, be a star that twinkle.

Indeed you have what it takes to care like a mare, but can misters br one?

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

The spirit never leaves, never goes away.

On hindsight every failure is the best medicine, bitter but effective

While in England write or get wrought rotten rusted.

It is important how people take you.

Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom...I wouldn't wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.

The Only mattered to him.Iconoclasm.

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

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

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