Darling, everything is likely to fall in place, only if you make up your mind to stay.
NIKITA GANDHIOur noses mingled, even though we had sharp differences. Yet we kept on fighting, over minor preferences.
More Nikita Gandhi Quotes
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Sometimes, I feel sorry for you. I’m not there to hold you, and this clouded sky do not let you talk to the moon.
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I thought butterflies are frail until they began to flit in my stomach.
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All those lavenders seemed purple in love they turned lilac without him.
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It’s exhausting stitching the bruises of the past with the one you see your whole life with.
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Do not insist me to let you go, you come half hearted like a crescent moon, and you go heart-filled like a full moon which glows.
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We have engaged ourselves so much in the idea of self love, that everyone else appears to be empty shelves.
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There is magic in this universe. I don’t know how often do you believe in it, or you do not at all. But if you do not, then this is for you to know, that your very existence is magic in itself.
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The lotus grows out of the mud. Love the lotus; do not love the mud.
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Sometimes it’s suffocating by being surrounded by happiness and not being able to feel it.
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The believe you carry in yourself is what makes you unbelievable for others.
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Your departure is no joke it freaks me out every time you leave for the airport.
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I couldn’t experience an end with you, because you have always been a beginning to something new every day.
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My freedom doesn’t end with you, it keeps expanding itself with its little invisible feathers, to grow into a phenomenon of never resting soul.
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In the story, I was the woman of words, where you couldn’t be a man of actions. At least my words weren’t a lie.
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All I want for christmas is your warmth, near the firing woods. Cuddling on the chair, swinging in merry times, forgetting our bad lies.
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