“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… — Ranjani Ramachandran Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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… — Ranjani Ramachandran Copy Share Image
“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
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
