“Sometimes I get my youth confused with age.”

Regret is a time travel in a world where time only moves forward.

Can I write you into existence?

He is a friend. A different kind of lover.

The ‘almost’ kinda love never makes it.

Silence is the best storyteller.

I am a wildflower disguised as a flame. It’ll be fun to watch you underestimate me.

When you least expect it, death creeps in and reminds you of life.

Love, let go you’re holding on to things you no longer know – release.

Love yourself, first.

Teach me how to forgive cause I can’t seem to forget.

Missing you like you no longer exist.

The dream is to have the world know what it’s like to love and be loved.

They push you away and say you’ve changed.

The moon reminds me of how beautiful darkness is.

Touch me in all the right places but one: heart.

Nothing screams undress me like the scent of you on me.

Any man can be 62, but it takes a bus to be 62A.

Even if you live forty or fifty years in this world, and then die, you cannot take all your goods with you.

When I turned two I was really anxious, because I’d doubled my age in a year. I thought, if this keeps up, by the time I’m six I’ll be ninety.

Over the years, I have observed that nearly all high achievers know how to make good of those 1440 minutes in each day.

It’s funny, our beauty standard has become harder and tougher because we live in a tough age. I don’t think anyone wants to walk down the street and feel vulnerable. You want to walk down the street and feel like you’re in control.

Over the years, I have observed that nearly all high achievers know how to make good of those 1440 minutes in each day.

At twenty-one, so many things appear solid, permanent, untenable.

I had learnt Kathak for six years from the age of eight and did a foundation course from Kathak Kendra in Delhi. I was not fond of classical dance, but today, I’m glad my mom made me do it.