So we tell the same story, over and over. Just the details are different
The carnage upon the chessboard of life, left wounded humans in its wake
He who spits paan at the ceiling only blinds himself.
Lately you are brooding too much about rights. Give up this dangerous habit.
Hahnji, mister, you must be patient. Before you can name that corner, our future must become past.
...you have to use your failures as stepping stones to success. You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair. In the end it’s all a question of balance.