“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
“As deep as the ocean, My rewards for you; The more I give, the more I have; As clear as the summer sky, My… — 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… — 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,… — 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… — 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
“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
“What is causing this mysterious perpetual air of inconvenience to slowly engulf the evening. It is not merely emptiness but an awakening in itself… — 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
“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
“The world is full of travellers. Once in a year go to someplace you have never been before. You will meet Confused seekers, Hopeful… — Ranjani Ramachandran Copy Share
“Seated across is a silent affair looking into my eyes; blurring the loud scenery. An incapable dream, an unimagined union-I whisper. Then you close… — Ranjani Ramachandran Copy Share
“Seasons passed by. I always loved to watch the trees in our garden. With the first rain, the leaves would drench themselves. Slowly they… — Ranjani Ramachandran Copy Share
