“...yes, I do smile for them. But I smile for myself too. My memories of them will be gone as I leave; their memories will stay with them forever. Don’t we all smile for the pictures we click even on the worst picnics? That’s all I want to do. I want to smile for their last pictures of me.” MemoriesSmile Book:Till The Last Breath Source: Till The Last Breath
“It made me hope he would tell me that he still needed me despite all that he had, that he really missed me and wanted me back, but he didn't.” Hold My HandDurjoy Datta Book:Hold My Hand Source: Hold My Hand
“Deep has to go to his world, where he has friends and books and girls with eyes to date, and she will be alone with only her dad. She has to let go, she decides.” Hold My HandDurjoy Datta Book:Hold My Hand Source: Hold My Hand
“He will not be around anyway and Ahana will find someone else to explore the city with. And who knows? She might be in Paris the next year or in Brussels and will find someone better.” Hold My HandDuroy Datta Book:Hold My Hand Source: Hold My Hand
“Who would want him? he asks himself. Certainly not Ahana, who's funny, bright and so beautiful that it hurts.” Hold My HandDurjoy Datta Book:Hold My Hand Source: Hold My Hand
“Life follows the same routine-I wake up to nothing new or exciting. Everyday it's the same. Except some days, days like today, when I wake up with a powerful desire of going right back to sleep. Or maybe be spared the pain of having ever to wake up again. I'm just tired. Tired of the monotony, tired of pitying myself and my dad, tired of being a subject of sympathy who crosses my path, and of being so pathetically obsessed with a guy who doesn't give a shit about me.” Hold My HandDurjoy Datta Book:Hold My Hand Source: Hold My Hand
“Life follows the same routine-I wake up to nothing new or exciting. Everyday i's the same. Except some days, days like today, when I wake up with a powerful desire of going right back to sleep. And maybe be spared the pain of having ever to wake up again. I'm just tired. Tired of the monotony, tired of pitying myself and my dad, tired of being a subject of sympathy who crosses my path, and of being so pathetically obsessed with a guy who doesn't give a shit about me.” Hold My HandDurjoy Datta Author:Durjoy Datta