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“Ai qe ka frike nga jeta nuk ka gjak dashurie”

— Petro Marko, Share via Whatsapp

“बहुत ही अजीब हो जाता है जब भी कभी आपको सांत्वना व्यक्त करनी पड़े, sympathy दिखानी पड़े। कई ऐसे मौके आते हैं जब आपको किसी के बाप के मरने पर कोई दुख नहीं होता। ना ही किसी की लड़की के घर से भाग जाने पर ढेला भी फर्क पड़ता है। लेकिन समाज की रघुकुल रीत ही कुछ ऐसी है कि सांत्वना दर्ज़ करानी ही पड़ती है”

— Divya Prakash Dubey, Terms and Conditions Apply, Share via Whatsapp

“मोक्षानंद’- जब आदमी आनंद की पराकाष्ठा जीते जी प्राप्त कर लेता। ठीक वैसा आनंद जैसा दुर्योधन को पांडवों को चौपड़ में हरा कर प्राप्त हुआ था और दुस्शासन को द्रोपदी का चीर हर कर प्राप्त होने वाला ही था”

— Divya Prakash Dubey, Terms and Conditions Apply, Share via Whatsapp

“We live in a global village, Neel, where billions of voices babble simultaneously, and in this village a new hierarchy is being established, a new caste-system is being created. Only this time, it is money that sets the tone. Whoever has the most money buys the biggest loudspeaker and is the neo-Brahmin of this new world order. If the ninety-year-old neo-Brahmin on the other side of the earth is terrified of antibiotic resistant flesh-eating bacteria, we must think twice before offering treatment to a twenty-four-year old here. These are the new rules of our global village.”

— Anirban Bose, The Death of Mitali Dotto, Share via Whatsapp

“The sins of men aren t confined to them. They travel like ripples over water, over many generations till someone gets revenge or finds forgiveness. You and I, we are all paying for our father s sins, aren t we?”

— Anirban Bose, The Death of Mitali Dotto, Share via Whatsapp

“So I have an Indian heart if I do something illegal? No, you have an Indian heart if you understand the limitations of our resources and are willing to step out of the man-made boundaries of the law to help someone.”

— Anirban Bose, The Death of Mitali Dotto, Share via Whatsapp

“The prison that exists in a man s mind is far more difficult to escape from than anything built with brick walls and steel doors. For it is the fear of freedom that holds you inside...”

— Anirban Bose, The Death of Mitali Dotto, Share via Whatsapp

“There is so much beauty in the world that I wonder how we get around to marshalling so much hatred within ourselves. I hope, one day, you will feel the same way seeing this sight of the heavens that I see, that mu forefathers and their forefathers have seen since time began, and think of me, and marvel that in this beauty time stands still for us all, making us all immortal on the lips of those we leave behind. Just remember me kindly, my son.”

— Anirban Bose, The Death of Mitali Dotto, Share via Whatsapp

“Idolization of oneself is a crime. One is the prisoner of his once blindfolded complacency.”

— Flonja Akshija, Share via Whatsapp

“the problem in today s society is that the truth is in short supply and people love soft lies more than hard truths”

— rassool jibraeel snyman, Share via Whatsapp

“एक उम्र होती है जब क्लास की खिड़की से बाहर आसमान दूर कहीं जमीन से मिल रहा होता है और हमें लगता है कि शाम को खेलते-खेलते हम ये दूरी हम तय कर लेंगे। दूरी तय करते-करते जिस दिन हमें पता चलता है कि ये दूरी तय नहीं हो सकती, उसी दिन हम बड़े हो जाते हैं”

— Divya Prakash Dubey, मसाला चाय, Share via Whatsapp

“To be human, is to be able to love the unlovable, and hope when things appear hopeless”

— Sara Niles, Torn From the Inside Out, Share via Whatsapp

“वो facebook पर भी नहीं मिली जहाँ वो सारे लोग मिल जाते हैं जिनको आपअपनी लाइफ में “add as friend” नहीं करना चाहते”

— Divya Prakash Dubey, Share via Whatsapp

“सवाल जो लंबे समय तक सवाल बने रहते हैं हम उनके एक-दो नकली जवाब सोच लेते हैं। जो सच नहीं होते लेकिन झूठ भी नहीं होते है। और सबसे अच्छी बात ये होती है कि इन नकली जवाबों के साथ जीना बहुत आसान हो जाता है। इसलिए शायद जो लोग सवाल के साथ घर से निकले वो कभी लौटे नहीं और जो लौटे उनके जवाब नकली थे”

— Divya Prakash Dubey, मसाला चाय, Share via Whatsapp

“Possibility is miraculous.”

— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of Wisdom: Great mind, Share via Whatsapp

“If your holy book makes you hate, you re reading the wrong shit, mate.”

— Fakeer Ishavardas, Share via Whatsapp

“You meet somebody at the seashore on a vacation and have a wonderful time together. Or in a corner at a party, while the glasses clink and somebody beats on a piano, you talk with a stranger whose mind seems to whet and sharpen your own and with whom a wonderful new vista of ideas is spied. Or you share some intense or painful experience with somebody, and discover a deep communion. Then afterward you are sure that when you meet again, the gay companion will give you the old gaiety, the brilliant stranger will stir your mind from its torpor, the sympathetic friend will solace you with the old communion of spirit. But something happens, or almost always happens, to the gaiety, the brilliance, the communion. You remember the individual words from the old language you spoke together , but you have forgotten the grammar. You remember the steps of the dance, but the music isn’t playing any more. So there you are.”

— Robert Penn Warren, Share via Whatsapp