There’s a ghost of a dream that you don’t even try to shake free off because you’re too in love with the way she haunts you.

Decisions. Where, what, why. Can't handle them. So I'm prolonging the indecision with higher education.

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.

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

Pride! In English it is a Deadly Sin. But in Urdu it is fakhr and nazish - both names that you can find more than once on our family tree.

Is love stronger when it let's go or when it holds on?

Can I ask you a personal question"? Of all the rhetorical questions in the world, that is the one which irritates me most with its simultaneous gesture towards and denial of the trespass that is about to follow.