“Perhaps, writing is like the taste of honey sucked from flowers in a garden, each tasting differently.” — Anu Lal Copy Share Image
“The struggle for a life extracts all our attention, and leaves us blind, deaf, dumb and senseless. The writer, the artist, the musician vanishes, without even the charity of a proper cremation. At this point words become formless sounds, and… — Anu Lal Copy Share Image
“I am very well aware of the fact that best learning is the learning from within, but due to his essential temperaments, the layman… — Anu Lal Copy Share Image
“Perhaps, writing is like the taste of honey sucked from flowers in a garden, each tasting differently.” — Anu Lal Copy Share Image
“A short story is not a portrayal of life. When life becomes disconsolate and the fear for the unknown seeps through the holes on… — Anu Lal Copy Share Image
“Our lives would have been a hell-of-a-lot better, had we known how to survive with what we have in excess.” — Anu Lal Copy Share Image
“The struggle for a life extracts all our attention, and leaves us blind, deaf, dumb and senseless. The writer, the artist, the musician vanishes,… — Anu Lal Copy Share Image
“Silence is the language of the cosmos. From the smallest stone to the sun itself, they all communicate through silence, greatly rich with meaning… — Anu Lal Copy Share Image
