There is no home as comfortable as your father's arms and no bed as soft as your mother's lap.

It was not one folly that Shakespeare talked about. If Love truly is but a myriad of follies then I have committed them all, that can mean only one thing - I loved her truly, madly, deeply!

The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did.

Rahul had wondered how someone could love their beloved so much that their dedication to them became one of the wonders of the world.

It was like watching a movie being played on the blank screen of his mind; the only difference was that he did not get bored, no matter how many times he watched it.

Fate, they say, fate- the clay that molds the events of your life, and it was the same fate that had thrown the stone of her heart on the building of his expectations. But then wasn't it his fault that he had constructed the building of glass? Hadn't he failed to cement the bricks of his love with trust and colour them with security? There was no insurance for broken hearts, no ointment for wounded souls and there would never be one, he knew.

Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?