There always should be something hanging unfinished before a scene ends so that there's a reason for going to the next scene.

A man in a desert can hold absence in his cupped hands knowing it is something more than water. There is a plant whose heart, if one cuts it out is replaced with fluid containing herbal goodness. Every morning one can drink the liquid amount of the missing heart.

Most of the time in our world, truth is just opinion.

I want to die on your chest but not yet she wrote sometime in the 13th century of our love

What he would say, he cannot say to this woman whose openness is like a wound, whose youth is not mortal yet. He cannot alter what he loves most in her, her lack of compromise, where the romance of the poems she loves still sits with ease in the real world. Outside these qualities he knows there is no order in the world.

Meanwhile with the help of an anecdote I fell in love. Words caravaggio. They have a power.

That's Anil's path. She grows up in Sri Lanka, goes and gets educated abroad, and through fate or chance gets brought back by the Human Rights Commission to investigate war crimes.