“Until I knew that it was you inside me, who has so much to say, I hesitated writing.” — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“The world is made out of Nutella. You just need to stick your tongue out, so that you could really taste it.” — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“Life is not about organizing the arrangement, but rather about arranging our needs.” — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“After all these years, all I know is, I need not to do anything as a part of remorse. All I need… — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“For one more time, he decided to give away smoking. And then, she happened one more time in his head.” — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“Is there a particular way of looking at your love?” she asked. …..Yes… The way you look at me.” — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“His pen spoke more to her than he ever did”. In the war of words, some are unwritten and some are unspoken.” — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“In the room full of individuals for whom I hold feelings of resentment about, Who might be the first I would converse… — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“How might I get over this? How would I be able to overlook the way he used to be with me? How… — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“Why cannot you be loud in saying 'I love you' ?", she asked. Me:- It is just because I have got a… — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“In the shadows, we all are the same. Dark, inconsistent and indifferent. And if someone loves you dark, he loves all of… — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“It was the best start of the day. A day started with a rejection. Maybe, by the end of the day, I… — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“The truth is not always what you see. It is about what you actually want to see. You cannot let go your… — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“You and I happen to one another every day, Run. Collide. Disseminate. Scatter. Float. Under the melted atom. But did not react… — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“All she captures is a moment and what she calls it is a memory, Sometimes, it is assumptions that we use; all… — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“He was lying there on his death bed, and he asked for her as his last wish. She came with tears in… — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“Red eyes, clogged vessels, tanned cells and septum holes, She came up to me with an ashtray, and a bunch of tobacco… — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“You know what is the problem with trust?? It really stops the conversation, because you take the things for granted, Things value… — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“Chimerical words, the words were written, Some are wasted; some are still on the page, Tattered words, the words were written, Some… — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“Words are never frail. They have all the powers to change the personality and features of a man. The way he relates… — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“His pen spoke more to her than he ever did”. In the war of words, some are unwritten and some are unspoken.” — Nishikant Copy Share
“You know what is the problem with trust?? It really stops the conversation, because you take the things for granted, Things value less to… — Nishikant Copy Share
“You and I happen to one another every day, Run. Collide. Disseminate. Scatter. Float. Under the melted atom. But did not react and were… — Nishikant Copy Share
“After all these years, all I know is, I need not to do anything as a part of remorse. All I need is to… — Nishikant Copy Share
“He was lying there on his death bed, and he asked for her as his last wish. She came with tears in her eyes.… — Nishikant Copy Share
“It was the best start of the day. A day started with a rejection. Maybe, by the end of the day, I would spend… — Nishikant Copy Share
“The truth is not always what you see. It is about what you actually want to see. You cannot let go your whole life… — Nishikant Copy Share
“You are so adorable. You can never be bad. Everyone has a hysterical part in himself, and I may be that part you. I’m… — Nishikant Copy Share
“Until I knew that it was you inside me, who has so much to say, I hesitated writing.” — Nishikant Copy Share
“Words are never frail. They have all the powers to change the personality and features of a man. The way he relates and depicts… — Nishikant Copy Share
“In the room full of individuals for whom I hold feelings of resentment about, Who might be the first I would converse with, when… — Nishikant Copy Share
“How might I get over this? How would I be able to overlook the way he used to be with me? How could I… — Nishikant Copy Share
“In the search of spark, we forget the beauty of darkness. We forget the purpose of the light.” — Nishikant Copy Share
“Is there a particular way of looking at your love?” she asked. …..Yes… The way you look at me.” — Nishikant Copy Share
