"they tell me she is in a better place, now, and although her pain is gone and the waiting is over..."

"lay your secrets down in this warm cavity of pink and red and specks of white like you lay your broken pieces in your grave."

emmetropia.

"rhythmically right on the hour, i would listen and hear that the bells would chime their song and the pendulum would swing back and forth."

"being smaller has its advantages, and you are not as close to the ground as i am."

“every me has died, a little piece, every day.”

"your love for constellations and stars kept you alive, whereas i could identify less than five."

“One night, I picked it up, gulped it down, in one shot.”

"she remembered the moment, when her hands were held, for the one last time."

"is it blue to symbolise the aching for the one that left too soon, or could it be a bright, fresh green? to represent the life anew."

"dying renders life delicious, emerging from the aroma of memories, tis' a mug of elixir."

“because every feeling comes with a memory, and every memory comes with its kind of pain.”

“do you ever think of coming back?”

“Without me, will you even care?”

“you can wash away sin with the rain. but blood stains.”

“Thinking about death of the ones I love is like someone grabbed my intestine and turned it inside out.”

"if death was a ride in yellow taxi to howrah, before partition. if dying would bring me the azadi bose had promised my ancestors."

"Ivy Days reflects my earliest encounter with death and defines the first epoch of my identity I can clearly remember."

"Ivy Days reflects my earliest encounter with death and defines the first epoch of my identity I can clearly remember."

"I try to remember who’s going to do the dishes after I move away. Then I remember there won’t be any dishes."