“Grief is a love preservative. My heart is a jar. My blood is the brine. The memory of you I steal inside.”

Every single ounce of pain I have ever felt was a bend on the road that led me to you.

You are more than anything and everything that has happened to you.

Let me take you to a city we’ve never before been. Let us lose ourselves in old streets until we’ve made ourselves a new home.

The world can never understand me unless they all fall in love with you too.

Love in a life is a light in the dark.

I see myself through your eyes and I love what I see. So please never look way.

Hope is a drug that makes fear little quieter.

I asked you where you were my whole life and you told me that you were waiting for me.

There is no such thing as a summer body. Your beauty is not seasonal, it is perennial. Your body need not change for your skin to enjoy the sun.

A fraction of an ounce of kindness from you was enough for me to fall.

The eye of the storm is the stillest part. There is calm at the centre of a cyclone. There is hush in the middle of a hurricane. The window of joy we shared was the eye of our storm.

Each Act of kindness is a seat filled at your funeral, a tear dropped upon your death.

A problem shared is a problem divided. A tragedy shared is a tragedy multiplied.

You ask me what is love and I’ll tell you I know not. You ask me if I’ve loved and I’ll tell you I once did. You ask me how I know I’ve loved and I’ll tell you I just know.

You’ve changed. And for that I’m proud. My loyalty is to you always. Not just the person I met.

Lost in a conversation is something I can never feel with you. For I’ve never felt more found than when speaking to you.

I am on a self-love journey; still learning how to love myself. I carry wounds that I have not yet healed from; some days they seem to disappear and other days they bleed heavily.

Sometimes, if you’re lucky, someone comes into your life who’ll take up a place in your heart that no one else can fill, someone who’s tighter than a twin, more with you than your own shadow, who gets deeper under your skin than your own blood and bones.

The flesh feeds on the Body and Blood of Christ that the soul may be fattened on God.

The blood of the Christians is seed.

I am proud that I spent the whole of my life in the service of my people I shall continue to serve until my last breath and when I die, I can say, that every drop of my blood will invigorate India and strengthen it.

Even if I died in the service of the nation, I would be proud of it. Every drop of my blood will contribute to the growth of this nation and to make it strong and dynamic.

The more you mow us down, the more numerous we grow; the blood of Christians is seed.

I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me.