“She day-dreams just as I do. She is addicted to her solitude just as I am. She loves watching the rain-drops fall slowly on to the green leaves of an old guava tree just as I do. She loves drifting… — Avijeet Das Copy Share Image
Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
