“Death normally has a stealthy way about it. It creeps up behind you and takes you over when you least expect it. But waiting for death, when you can smell him waiting in the corner like a predator- that's a… — 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
“But those moments I spent with her on the terrace... I will never forget them. We played like little girls. We saw colours come… — Kirthi Jayakumar Copy Share Image
