“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 one’s heart, when all the heart does is pump the blood through the body. Not the… — 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 nodding acquaintance with Zen. At the best of times, I’m not great at applying nail polish, and if anyone has attempted to apply nail polish when they are in a rush, they will understand the difficulties… — Kiran Manral Copy Share
“Every heart needed to contain stories that were too overwhelming to reveal to another human being.” — Kiran Manral Copy Share Image
“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 would catch it. And very often your heart would land with a sordid, painful thud on the ground, or worse,… — 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 Image
“...with the nonchalance that came from the belief of youth that nothing could go wrong, and whatever could already had.” — Kiran Manral Copy Share Image
“The most difficult thing to do after a life well lived is to sit down and type it all out. To start with, your fingers are old and gnarled. You can see the skin crinkled up like paper, the knobby knuckles, the veins standing up blue and aggressive and you wonder, when did your hands change, when did they stop… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
