My Little Epiphanies

Happiness comes in all shapes and sizes; you just have to find the one that fits you best.

It’s funny how we give each other blood in order to survive. If we are willing to do that, I don’t understand how there is so much hate in the world.

When I’m high, it’s like my soul is telling me a secret.

Death is a tricky business, and we are just the employees

I didn’t have this life and I had that life, I would still pine for another life that is not my own.

Having lost something so big has taught me to appreciate the littlest things. I am blessed that I have my eyes to see the vividness in the green trees. I am blessed to have my sense of smell, so I can inhale (pun intended) that particular musty stink that hangs over Delhi after a day of rain. I am blessed to have my ears, so I can listen to the sound of my mother’s laughter. I am blessed to have my lips, so I can speak to those I love. I am blessed to have my hands, so I can paint whenever I please. I am blessed to have my legs, so I can still walk on this earth. I must remember that I am blessed.

If you feel like things aren’t moving, there is a cure for that, and that is time.

How can I sleep on something when it is the very thing that is keeping me awake?

I think over the things I over-think.

The love I had for you was just another bad influence.