How horrifying that morning when you wake up and your first thought is not of the person who has left. That’s when you know, I will never die of a broken heart.

Difficult but worth it-- that's how my mother had once describe life with Omi.

Why do you have to be so annoying sometimes?" "Cant help it. It's the company I keep.

For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds. Why was he looking to them for an escape when I was right here beside him?

We should have stories in common, I found myself thinking. We should have stories, and jokes no one understands, and memories that we know will stay alive because neither of us will let the other forget.

The truths we conceal don't disappear Raheen, they appear in different forms

There is no mystery-- that's the beauty of it. We are entirely explicable to each other, and yet we stay. What a miracle that is.