“There are so many ways to exit towards the Light, but with my luck, I'd be the one electrocuted by Diwali lights. Or the one who cracks her head falling off a footstool. I'd still be a jester, leaving the… — Amruta Patil Copy Share Image
“Girl from the fifth floor, who feeds the birds every day, climbs up to the water tank and jumps off. I see her body on the road below, and feel absolutely nothing. Maybe because I expect her to get up… — Amruta Patil Copy Share Image
“There are so many ways to exit towards the Light, but with my luck, I'd be the one electrocuted by Diwali lights. Or the… — Amruta Patil Copy Share Image
“She wasn't my kind of woman and that's why, that night she was. This wine is the Blood of Christ. Brings the truth out… — Amruta Patil Copy Share Image
“I guess everyone has a bird urge when they look down heights, a desire to jump, without wing or buoyant sail. Fear of heights… — Amruta Patil Copy Share Image
“There are settling girls, and there are unsettling girls. The ones who seem to have it in them to be flyers are the ones… — Amruta Patil Copy Share Image
“It is at night that we talk , for that is the only time when people belong to themselves. The outer sun goes out… — Amruta Patil Copy Share Image
“Girl from the fifth floor, who feeds the birds every day, climbs up to the water tank and jumps off. I see her body… — Amruta Patil Copy Share Image
“The Airlines lady who travels in the same compartment as us day after day, has bruises on her arms and face today and her… — Amruta Patil Copy Share Image
“Whatever love laws have to be broken, the first few seconds suffice. After that everything is a matter of time and incident.” — Amruta Patil Copy Share Image
“To know if a tale is worth its weight in gold, check if it reveals threefold. In your bloodstream. In the town square. In… — Amruta Patil Copy Share Image
“On a slightly unconnected note, I am sorry to report that babies, as a collective species, are largely oblivious to my charms.” — Amruta Patil Copy Share Image
“On my bedside table is a snow globe with a winterscape inside. Church, park bench, girl standing shin-deep in snow. Tip the snow globe… — Amruta Patil Copy Share Image
“To a lover, the beloved is ocean and mountain, fatigue and relief, poison and amrit - indeed, all of churning itself” — Amruta Patil Copy Share Image
