Everyone has a story. I don't believer anyone can go through life without encountering at least one amazing thing.

Once I heard my mother say that each of us lives in a separate universe, one we have dreamed into being. We love pople when their dream coincides with ours, the way two cutout designs laid one on top of the other might match. But dream worlds are not static like cutouts; sooner or later they change shape, leading to misunderstanding, loneliness and loss of love.

Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.

I liked his voice, rich and unself-conscious even when he forgot words and hummed to fill in the gap. What I didn't understand, I imagined, and thus it became a love song.

In life, it's best not to take anything for free - unless it's from someone who wishes you well.

Everytime i have turned the page he re-enters my life as awkward as postscript

Everyone breathes in air, but it's a wise person who knows when to use that air to speak and when to exhale in silence.