...a rainy day ceases to have meaning for a person who has lived in the open under a monsoon cloud most of his life.

And I realized again that real life is different from reel life.

Love doesn't happen in an instant. It creeps up on you and then it turns your life upside-down. It colours your waking moments and fills your dreams. You begin to walk on air and see life in brilliant new shades. But it also brings with it a sweet agony, a delicious torture.

A great artist is not one who merely fits into a genre but one who defines the genre.

One does not question a miracle.

...a rainy day ceases to have meaning for a person who has lived in the open under a monsoon cloud most of his life.

I am not into the unrealistic realm of magic realism where birds talk.