"they say you die twice. one time when you stop breathing, and a second time, a bit later on..."

"why did i have to trade-off between happiness and life for my child? why couldn’t my child have both?"

"death is no stranger to the banks of the ganges. descending from the himalayas, the ganges flow through the cities of rishikesh and..."

“i was told that at some point, i will have to make the choice between remembering you and letting you go.”

"death may be to an afterlife, or reincarnation, or simply from a state of being to un-being. moths act in all three of these facets."

"i live my truth and share my art."

"life in pompeii wasn't especially remarkable. but life is not what pompeii is known for."

"i adopted your dog today. taco is a nice dog. i remember the day we named him. i dont feel lonely anymore."

"by the time i am my mother's age, i will be dead."

"if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."

"without creating, i am nothing. thus my death is neither celebratory nor reflective; in fact, it's quite sad."

"visually, it looks like the plant was "hanging itself"  in a premeditated attempt of suicide."

emmetropia.

"have you ever seen these same energetic flowers in the evening? just after dusk? have you seen how they wilt?"

"fear of rejection; not wanting to be different from peers."

"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."

"Pitru Paksha is observed as a time to pay homage to our ancestors through rites, ceremonies, and offerings."

“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."