“Seasons passed by. I always loved to watch the trees in our garden. With the first rain, the leaves would drench themselves. Slowly they would grow tired of the rain and droop. So would I, grow tired of waiting for… — Ranjani Ramachandran Copy Share Image
“I don't have a choice sahib. Artho hi kanya parakeeya eva father used to say" "What does it mean?" "It means a girl is… — Ranjani Ramachandran Copy Share Image
“As deep as the ocean, My rewards for you; The more I give, the more I have; As clear as the summer sky, My thoughts for you; The more I long, the more I fade; As mighty as the mountains, My prayers for you; The more I ask, the more I get; Because our love is one of a kind;… — Ranjani Ramachandran Copy Share
“I am a Dancer; rehearsing the steps of our unheard song with utmost perfection. Never will you tap your feet consciously. I am a Singer; singing the tune of the song I always wanted you to hear. Never will the melody bring back our memories to you. I am an Orator; emphasizing and emoting what I feel for you. Never… — Ranjani Ramachandran Copy Share
“Happy be Thy world The world forgetting by the forgotten world; The failed attempts to remember the need to forget; Naturally, Eventually, Gradually, Usually, Finally ; Thy Allies will accompany you and end this Abruptly. For Thy, it may seem simple; Oh Shameless Crook! Thy have done it before and will do it again and when thy does it --… — Ranjani Ramachandran Copy Share
“Sahib, a bamboo doesn’t flower, but usually when it does it dies. So I am metaphorical to this plant. Last night, I flowered. In the morning I died. I am not being guilty or unhappy regarding the occurrence sahib. I am in ecstasy. I never bloomed in my life, I did once and that was my last. What died is… — Ranjani Ramachandran Copy Share
“We were strangers under the same roof. We were perfect pretenders in the stage of the world.” — Ranjani Ramachandran Copy Share Image
“I have never tried to symbolize our relationship by planting a bamboo as you might have supposed, naming my child or visiting her back.… — Ranjani Ramachandran Copy Share Image
“What is causing this mysterious perpetual air of inconvenience to slowly engulf the evening. It is not merely emptiness but an awakening in itself about nothingness. Leave behind what was never yours and accept the fact that momentary pleasures and hideous treasures will perish too soon; so will your pride be snatched away by nothing. Mathematicians often say an instance… — Ranjani Ramachandran Copy Share
“This is a secret which would have died with me, a secret between two people who don't exist anymore for each other.” — Ranjani Ramachandran Copy Share Image
“Everyday, in the afternoon, When the sun and the clouds are in equipoise, I look up, with shrunken eyes and shadowed forehead, To see… — Ranjani Ramachandran Copy Share Image
