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“उसका मेरे लिए प्यार बस एक भ्रम था, जबकि मेरा प्यार सच्चा और स्पष्ट था। मैं हर संभव कोशिश करती रही, लेकिन उसके संदेहपूर्ण नज़रों ने मुझे हमेशा ये सोचने पर मजबूर कर दिया कि मैं कहाँ कमी कर रही हूँ। असल में, इसका मतलब सिर्फ इतना था कि आप कभी भी उस व्यक्ति के लिए पर्याप्त नहीं हो सकते, जो आपको चाहता ही नहीं।”

“Vaishusmriti (The Sonnet) Those few afternoon trips back from uni, With her head on my shoulder, were utopia. My stomach was bursting with butterflies, But my lips could barely utter a word. My shirt got seeped with her intoxicating scent, But her heart was posted to another man's mail. Yet how can you begrudge someone you once loved! It's okay to lose your heart to the wrong people. Hadn't she rejected me, I'd have ended up yet another nobody in the sea of engineers. When life shatters you to a million pieces, Get up and give back life some middle finger. If you must love, love without any agenda, If they love you back, your heart grows softer, If they break you, your heart grows stronger, Either way, in act of love there is no failure.”

“There are things I can confess only after swallowing a bottle of ink. How i crushed a moth between my palms before it rushed to the fireplace. These hands that are used to killing things midflight. Like my mother tongue. Before I can roll out my rounded R and O. Because women like me are believed to practise witchcraft and blackmagic. We swallow men and spit out their bones. These hands that danced with your ghosts on the bluest 4 AMs. These hands that raised a knife to its throat. How deep was the longing to be nothing more than an empty bed, an empty room. If someone asks you tell them writing was the closest I came to witchcraft. Poetry was the closest I came to being possessed. I wanted to leave behind more than emptiness so I wrote. . They say it takes 7 seconds for the eyes to become accustomed to the darkness. I glide across the dark room like the light was never here. Your body imprint on the mattress lost to the frenzied waltz of sunray and dust. How easy was it to just grab a handful of you before you dissolved. If someone asks tell them loving you was the closest I came to seeing god. . On some nights I open the curtains and you are the moon. I am the darkness surrounding it. Which is to say I don't know how to love without being consumed. If they ask you tell them remembrance was the closest I came to being sick. . Once I met a homeless man who spoke in madness because he had forgotten his mother tongue. How long do you hide yourself from the world before you forget your beginning. Like him - I too am full of silence. My beloved - a handful of you, your body. There are things I could only tell the moths but they no longer visit. I have put off the fireplace. Which is to say they too don't know how to love something that won't kill them. . My phone always autocorrects I love you to I live you and what is love if not living the other person. One summer afternoon our bodies turned into each other's. Your breath played lye strings on my neck. If they ask you tell them that was the closest I came to being alive.”

“Look, let me just say it: That could be anything but whatever that's, one-sided love or one-way trust, understanding, care, concern, consideration or maybe sacrifice is pointless and disappointing because things are not reciprocating these days. Also, the chance of that happening is very bleak and in the end, weeping in the middle of the night under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs. You are gifted and sensible, you can understand this much...”

“أعترف إن عقلي لا يكُف عن مقرانتي بها أتعلم..؟ هو أيضًا وبكل قسوة يراها مثالية غير مُبالٍ بـ قلبي الكَليم أعترف أنها تشبه أول شعاع لـِ الشمس وقت الشروق، بينما أنا حالكة كـ منتصف ليلة يجتاحها الآرق.. وأنت تخاف الظلام أعترف أنها تشبه وردة في الربيع، بينما أنا كـ ورقة شجر تائهة في رياح الخريف.. وأنت تمقُت الخريف أعترف أنها تشبه نيسان في دفئها، بينما أنا قارصة البرد كـ أول تشرين.. وأنت تحتاج دفئها أعترف إنها كـ نسمة هواء في الصيف، بينما أنا عاصفة شتوية.. وأنت تُفضل الصيف أعترف أنها تفوقني في كل شيء ولكن.. عدا حُبك فأنا بكل سوداويتي تلك صدقني أحببتك كما لم أحب نفسي.”

“Jag överdrev när jag sa att jag trodde att du hatade det jag spelade. Det jag menade var att jag trodde att du hatade mig. Jag hoppades att du skulle övertyga mig om motsatsen - och det gjorde du, tillfälligt. Varför kommer jag inte tro på det imorgon? - Call Me By Your Name, svensk översättning av Peter Samuelsson. Originalförfattare André Aciman.”

“Love alone brings order eternal, Order brought by law is shortlived. Only selfless lovers make good lawmakers, All others are just playing make belief. Let love come as apocalypse and wipe out, All that is rigid, all that is prehistoric. Welcome love into your life as a purifying force, Let it bring you to life anew and terrific. Life is terrific when life has love but, To have love and to have lover ain't the same. Lover isn't one who has someone to love them back, But one who radiates love, despite living in drought without rain. None knows the value of rain, But the land of eternal drought. None knows the value of love, But the heart that loves despite hurt. Only the one who knows pain, Can love another without gain. Only the heart that knows hurt, Can help another without rain.”

“A transactional mind is but an insult of love. Either love or don't, there is no half-loving. Measure not the light of love by the laws of red light. At least the red light doesn't pretend purity, Unlike the civil society with their half-loving.”

“Do you want to know why you don't meet my standards?" he asked. She shook her head in mortification. "Too late," he replied. "Here's my most important rule: Never have intercourse when one of the parties is in love with the other. It won't end well." She gasped. "You arrogant cad! I'm not in love with you." "I know." He didn't look away from her. "Isn't that what I said? Only one of us is in love, and it isn't you." Violet stared at him. Her ears appeared to be working; her brain seemed to function. Tentatively, she added two and three and verified that they still made five.”

“Sometimes it's your fragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon. But more often, it's memories of us that cross my mind almost every lone evening. All I want is to lessen the pain I feel every night. But every morning I wake up is another day, hopeless and miserable, with nothing but a deafening silence, a wave of tears, memories and your absence.”