Relatable Quotes #14
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
– John Steinbeck

Tea and Prose
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
– John Steinbeck
Paper boats in a stream drowned all miseries.
She looked at him and wondered, why me?
Day 9 Inktober : Pressure
Meeting people, answering phone calls, answering video calls, replying back to messages and mails, living up to people’s expectations, interacting with people in a community, making small talk with strangers, contributing ideas in team meetings, engaging in group conversations, presenting presentations, dinner parties with large groups, listening to incessant loud chatter, being active on social networking sites and wondering why all this isn’t easy is a pressure that some of us, introverts, always have to deal with.
I’m trying to sleep
– Abizer Lokhandwala
And I see myself as a tiny little dot
Somewhere in Mombasa
and then in Kenya.
Zoom further away and I see Earth
Rotating and revolving around the sun
In the solar system
Zoom out further
In the milky way and into the universe
Where am I?
I don’t see me
Or anyone else.
There is nothing
We are all nothing
In this vast expanse of nothingness …
It was almost like the sepia filter was turned on,
On the old forgotten roads.
Not a soul to be seen on the muddy streets.
He rode a bicycle and sang songs from the 80s.
He hurried home,
Saw his little daughter waiting for him at the porch.
They went inside hand-in-hand,
And found awaiting –
A bowl of hot rice
Steaming hot sambar
& crunchy papadam
That made his belly rumble and grumble with joy.
He sat down immediately to eat,
From the kitchen came his wife shouting,
“Wash your hands before you eat!”
All of a sudden, he woke up from his sleep.
Found beside him a white lady in green.
He wondered to himself,
“Which one of this is a dream?”
You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.
– C.S. Lewis
Amen to that!
I spent much of my childhood listening to the sound of striving.
– Michelle Obama in Becoming
She is the voice to my thoughts.
“Stop thinking”, if only it was so easy.
The floor creaked at 2AM, he left again.