“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
