“Her eyes spoke a thousand stories that her heart refused to Share with the world.”

So hold onto what calms your soul, for everything is temporary, hang by the moments that feel alive uncomplicate and just BE.

I have declined projects made under big banners because I didn’t have much to do in them.

I want to be the black and white moment that flashes in front of your eyes, when you hum your favorite tune; your soul song.

I think if you’re talented and not desperate to do any film that comes your way, and are doing justice to all your roles, then you’re fine, because you can’t predict the rest. You also can’t predict the audience’s reaction.

Sometimes all you need is a pop of color.

I don’t know how much of the ‘casting couch’ exists in the industry, as I’ve not seen it myself. I’m glad that I’ve not had to.

The sound of applause. It’s Music. It’s Love.

She’s strong like whiskey, but soft like wine.

They say it’s just a calendar. But we all know something changes.

If you don’t come from film family, it takes time for people to register you. When you don’t come from film family, the connection with the audience takes time to build up; it happens eventually.

Fashion has been something that I have been really into since a very long time. Every girl likes dressing up, and I am that kind of a girl who take a little time to dress up. I love to dress up at occasions.

The more you do, the more you think, the better you get.

For once in life unconditional your thoughts, desperate to be set free, Who were you at the core go your heart before you were told what to be.

We are all somewhere or the other a little grey, not black and white. We have our imperfections.

I don’t know how I would react to the casting couch. I’m sure that at that moment, you won’t really know what to do. Whatever you do at that moment is instinctive.

At the end of the day, it is about what you are doing in the film.

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.

Cities and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time’s eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die.

From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.

Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.

The glory of the garden lies in more than meets the eye.

When I could not see the light with my blind eyes, I blamed not my eyes, but the sun.

A writing may be lost; a lie may be written; but what the eye has seen is truth and remains in the mind!

Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.