“I feel like I am a diluted version of myself. A piece of crayon that was left unused. An abandoned car that was forgotten by its owner. I feel like I am a roadside accident. People are just stopping by… — Bhavya Kaushik Copy Share Image
“When a husband loses his wife, they call him a widower. When a wife loses her husband, they call her a widow. And when somebody’s parents die, they call them an orphan. But there is no name for a parent, a grieving mother, or a devastated father who have lost their child. Because the pain behind the loss is so… — Bhavya Kaushik Copy Share
“I feel like, I was going somehow with my life, holding myself together and then these blasts happened, and then suddenly I was paralyzed.… — Bhavya Kaushik Copy Share Image
“I feel like I am a diluted version of myself. A piece of crayon that was left unused. An abandoned car that was forgotten… — Bhavya Kaushik Copy Share Image
“I believe there is no heaven or hell. There are no devils or angels. No afterlife or salvation. My soul won't be incarnated or… — Bhavya Kaushik Copy Share Image
“What should I call you? A friend, a stranger, or a lover? I remember the day you laid your eyes on me the first… — Bhavya Kaushik Copy Share Image
“I believe that sometimes, the moment you say goodbye could be as painful as a lifetime worth of pain that you can experience while… — Bhavya Kaushik Copy Share Image
“You were the colors to my monochrome life. My morning light and my midnight dream. Flawed, yet whole. You used to think that you… — Bhavya Kaushik Copy Share Image
“According to science/religion/philosophy, there is a part/piece/place in our body that is the source of our energy. It has no end or beginning. It… — Bhavya Kaushik Copy Share Image
“Do you know that feeling - The feeling of being alive and dead, both at the same time? When it seems like you are… — Bhavya Kaushik Copy Share Image
