“Love, now that was dangerous. It plucks your heart out of your chest cavity and throws it into the skies where all you can do is watch it freefall towards the object of your love, and hope he or she… — Kiran Manral Copy Share Image
“Applying nail polish is an art. You need non-shaky hands. And a calm and Zen-like nature. I am not calm and have but a… — Kiran Manral Copy Share
“Every heart needed to contain stories that were too overwhelming to reveal to another human being.” — Kiran Manral Copy Share
“Love, now that was dangerous. It plucks your heart out of your chest cavity and throws it into the skies where all you can… — Kiran Manral Copy Share
“The newly minted maternal heart, it completely melted into mush, the oxytocin I know now, had kicked in, and how. I would fight tigers… — Kiran Manral Copy Share
“...with the nonchalance that came from the belief of youth that nothing could go wrong, and whatever could already had.” — Kiran Manral Copy Share
“The most difficult thing to do after a life well lived is to sit down and type it all out. To start with, your… — Kiran Manral Copy Share
“If you leave assumptions lying around unchallenged and uncorrected, it isn’t long before they morph into facts.” — Kiran Manral Copy Share
“It was a good thing that when it came to married men, she was a girl with a firm moral compass, or else she… — Kiran Manral Copy Share
“To say I was socked in the soft spot by this message from Pixie would be an understatement. I was socked very hard in… — Kiran Manral Copy Share
“Religion stays with you long after you have lost faith, buried somewhere in your subconscious, waiting to rise and take over your need to… — Kiran Manral Copy Share
“The heart, it still beats stoically in my ribcage, but it knows its time is up. Strange how the repository of one’s existence is… — Kiran Manral Copy Share
“There is a charm to letters and cards that emails and smses can’t ever replicate, you cannot inhale them, drawing the fragrance of the… — Kiran Manral Copy Share
“That night, I took a while falling asleep and when I did, I had a strange dream. She was sitting in my rocking chair… — Kiran Manral Copy Share
“There was an evil wind howling through the undulating hills that night, rattling the loose panes in the windows of the cottage, keeping me… — Kiran Manral Copy Share
“Memories are fragile, you try to grab them and they skitter away in various directions. Trying to gather them together to write them out… — Kiran Manral Copy Share
