“When hope crashes, almost immediately, a future smashes into smithereens- into a thousand broken mirror pieces, while you're left with your pallid,… — Kirthi Jayakumar Copy Share Image
“But those moments I spent with her on the terrace... I will never forget them. We played like little girls. We saw… — Kirthi Jayakumar Copy Share Image
“She walked up to the window. It was raining. The heavens were grieving, too.” — Kirthi Jayakumar Copy Share Image
“If it was in Grief, it was philosophy, if in joy, it was madness. Just the way a philandering flame could be for warmth,… — Kirthi Jayakumar Copy Share Image
“Death normally has a stealthy way about it. It creeps up behind you and takes you over when you least expect it. But waiting… — Kirthi Jayakumar Copy Share Image
“Wounds have a way of settling, even if only enough to let you function and move on with life. Nothing changed in the world… — Kirthi Jayakumar Copy Share Image
“Days rolled into weeks, weeks into months. Our realities were one. We tried, though. We tried to brave it through. Why, I don’t know.… — Kirthi Jayakumar Copy Share Image
“Death to the attacker was a yardstick of success, to the media person and the government, was a mere statistic. But to her, and… — Kirthi Jayakumar Copy Share Image
“13) Have you had your own, personal earthquake? Here is what it feels like. Your insides feel like they are stretched, ready to explode.… — Kirthi Jayakumar Copy Share Image
“She felt no pain, the men in surgical scrubs said, but how could they know? Did they realize that another heart bled as she… — Kirthi Jayakumar Copy Share Image
“She held his hand tightly, as the life support system was removed. Her stomach contracted, she felt like she was being squeezed in the… — Kirthi Jayakumar Copy Share Image
“An hour was all that it needed to put out the fire in your apartment, but I needed a lifetime or more to put… — Kirthi Jayakumar Copy Share Image
“When hope crashes, almost immediately, a future smashes into smithereens- into a thousand broken mirror pieces, while you're left with your pallid, hopeless eyes… — Kirthi Jayakumar Copy Share Image
