So we tell the same story, over and over. Just the details are different

He who spits paan at the ceiling only blinds himself.

If there was an abundance of misery in the world, there was also sufficient joy, yes - as long as one knew where to look for it.

Walk, first, through the fire, then philosophize.

The whole quilt is much more important than any single square.

Loss is essential, loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life. Mind you, I'm not complaining. Thanks to some inexplicable universal guiding force, it is always the worthless things we lose - slough off, like a moulting snake. Losing and losing again, is the very basis of the process, til all we are left with is the bare essence of human existence.

Where humans are concerned, the only emotion that made sense was wonder, at their ability to endure.