I don’t believe in these customs and rituals, as it’s like manufacturing culture-fits on the graveyard of diversity. But then I haven’t yet found any other alternative to this prevalent system, which doesn’t have its fair share of drawbacks. So if following a custom means being courteous to someone, why not?

I don't believe in these customs and rituals, as it's like manufacturing culture-fits on the graveyard of diversity. But then I haven't yet found any other alternative to this prevalent system, which doesn't have its fair share of drawbacks. So if following a custom means being courteous to someone, why not?

You are at constant battle with life… Your success is defined by how long you have had the upper hand over it. The key is to never yield when you have the lower hand. Life is after all not so fierce a warrior. So fetter the fear before it fans out its feather.

Neither this one nor that one,Truth is the entire spectrum;The wholeness how can I see,Unless the I-ness ceases to be.

Even he himself, a moment later, was aghast at the curse that he had just spewed: it wasn’t his words… Maybe it was Karma who had sat upon his tongue, and put her curse on the family through him. Maybe it was Karma who had used him as an instrument to do the inevitable. Maybe it was Karma! Maybe!

Love is the law of life, and foolish is he who tries to win over someone any other way.

Diverging from singularity, being became in plurality,Entrapped in the web of karma, pivoted to the void.

Jealousy is one of the blackest emotions that humans possess: it stems out of weakness and ultimately bears the bitter fruits of wickedness, which quite often end up poisoning the innocent victims, who have never done any harm to the possessor.

A voice came from his inside, and shook him up by the roots; the inner voice that had been drowned long back, somewhere deep within, by the noise of opinions of others; the voice that had been constantly screaming ever since, albeit failingly, from the depth to make itself heard; the voice that was now distinctly audible in silence, suggesting him to take a new path, a path that he would have to walk upon alone.

Curiosity crucified is the future denied.