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“Something has to be incomplete in our life to make us understand life. Only when we miss something do we realize the importance of that something in our life. We don't begin to live life when we have everything. We begin to live life when we have something missing and still we find meaning in that existence!”

“I don’t like talking much. And honestly, that’s okay. Not everyone is built for constant conversation. Some of us observe more than we speak. We listen, we think, we process. Silence is not emptiness ; it’s clarity. I don’t like talking much. I don’t trust much either. It’s not attitude — it’s experience. I choose my words carefully and my people even more carefully. Silence protects my peace. Distance protects my heart. Those who understand this… stay close. Those who don’t, drift away I speak when it matters. I share when it feels right. And the people who understand this… are my kind of people”

“She paints all kinds of things: stones, rocks, cracked walls, old houses, broken bicycles. She loves old things; the history attached with dilapidated structures. The strugglers of life have a soul she says. A building has a soul; the architect who designed it gave a part of his soul. And the workers who gave their sweat and blood to build it gave a part of their soul too. New things make her feel revolted. She asks "Where is their soul?" Of what good is a broken bicycle I ask her. She flashes me a contemptuous look. As she knows that I already know her answer.”

“Life gives us struggles first and reward later. And as a writer my life's purpose is to write and tell stories. Some people encourage me by motivating, inspiring, and liking my work. They feel my stories make a connection to them. And some people ignore me. The people who ignore me are helping me too. They are helping me in my struggle. One day they too will read my words and find a connection. I will go on writing, because writing is my purpose, dream, and goal in life.”

“The Strugglers" He was born on a Friday. And it was raining that day. He still does not know whether the Gods were happy or sad at his arriving on earth. He saw the world. He saw sadness. He saw misery. He saw the struggle of his dad and mom. They both struggled to give a good life to their children. He started becoming serious in life. He started winning awards in academics and in quiz competitions to begin with. Then he tried essay competitions and debates. His sole aim was to win awards to make his parents feel proud of him. He wanted to become an IAS officer to make his family (uncles, aunts, cousins) feel proud of him. He came to Delhi to prepare for the Civil Services. He thought he will do a job and not be dependent on his parents, and still clear the Civil Services. It did not happen. He lost out on becoming a Civil Servant of the people. He tried a few odds jobs. He eventually became a Teacher, Poet, and Writer. His inspirations to writing - his Mom who manages to writer Poetry even now along with her struggles of life, Sylvia Plath, Maya Angelou, Franz Kafka, Roald Dahl, Jack Kerouac, Charles Bukowski, Ernest Hemingway, and all the other poets, artists, writers, and strugglers in Life.”

“Life gives us struggles first and reward later. And as a writer my life's purpose is to write and tell stories. Some people encourage me by motivating, inspiring, and liking my work. They feel my stories make a connection to them. And some people ignore me. The people who ignore me are helping me too. They are helping me in my struggle. I will go on writing, because writing is my purpose, dream, and goal in life.”

“I never saw myself as impulsive. No, it was never that. I was simply drawn to life — raw, untamed, unpredictable. I weighed the consequences of every action, yes... but the more uncertain the road, the more it called to me. Danger never frightened me. It fascinated me. There was always this quiet hunger within — to touch the edges, to test the limits, to dance at the border between the known and the unknown. Looking back now, I see it clearly — I never chased a title, a destination, or some final version of myself. I never asked, "What do I want to become?" Instead, I always asked, "How do I want to live?" Nine years I wandered through Nepal — across sacred valleys and into the silence of high mountains — not chasing answers, but learning to listen. To the wind. To strangers. To the pulse of my own heart. I am not here to teach. I am here to remind. To guide, not by maps — but by stories, poems, and questions that stir the soul awake. I am a traveller. A poet. A witness to the quiet revolutions within us all.”

“We will meet again somewhere Somewhere we will meet again You will not be you anymore I will not be me anymore We will meet again somewhere Somewhere we will meet again Destiny makes us meet each other Memories will always remain behind We will meet again somewhere Somewhere we will meet again You will not be you anymore I will not be me anymore...”

“I would finish my evening online class at 9:30 pm and then after making and eating a quick dinner would then keep writing my novel till 3 am in the morning. I would sleep till 4:30 am and then get ready for going to our Institute to take my 6:30 am class. Reminiscing about the time when I was writing my novel , "Why the Silhouette?”

“The "Monalisa Lisa" is an optical illusion created by Leonardo Da Vinci. The woman in the painting "The Mona Lisa" doesn't appear to be always smiling. When you look at the mouth you feel she looks sad, melancholic, and hostile. But when you look at the eyes you feel she is happy and cheerful. Leonardo perfected the "sfumato technique," which translated literally from Italian means "vanished or evaporated." He created imperceptible transitions between light and shade, and sometimes between colors. "Why the Silhouette?" appears as a simple story of a few individuals, but when you look at it from a distance, it appears to show you the philosophy of life. I have tried to create imperceptible transitions between light and darkness and sometimes between colors. Hope you see the illusion in "Why the Silhouette?”