You sit right next to me.Still you don't seem close to me.

We are the children of a womb.Yet we differentiate each other, On color, creed and the sizes of our tombs!!

Your beauty is tragic.It is the sweetest sin, Heaven ever created!

Life is uncertain.Today you get a rose.Tomorrow you feel the thorns.But the end result is red, always!!

Here comes the rain again.Falling on my arms like a tragedy.Reminding me of pain, as these drops wash away the tears falling down my cheeks.

All of a sudden, You seemed to beStranger than a fiction, to me.

Sometimes, you simply must give yourself permission to fall apart.

Acorns were good until bread was found.

Of course, we should all be aware of what we're packing in our carry-on luggage - anything that might be considered dangerous could be confiscated at a security checkpoint.

They say seeing is believing, but the opposite is true. Believing is seeing.

As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me.

Suicide, moreover, was at the time in vogue in Paris: what more suitable key to the mystery of life for a skeptical society?

Ganapati, the one with the human body and the head of a Gana, became a tremendous possibility.

Universe will re-arrange itself accordingly.

I like being fooled. When I watch someone who does sleight-of-hand and fools me, it's a great feeling.

I am not a label snob and have learned that the thrill of shopping can be just as great, if not more so, when you find a bargain.