My Little Epiphanies

Happiness comes in all shapes and sizes; you just have to find the one that fits you best.

It’s funny how we give each other blood in order to survive. If we are willing to do that, I don’t understand how there is so much hate in the world.

When I’m high, it’s like my soul is telling me a secret.

Death is a tricky business, and we are just the employees

I didn’t have this life and I had that life, I would still pine for another life that is not my own.

Having lost something so big has taught me to appreciate the littlest things. I am blessed that I have my eyes to see the vividness in the green trees. I am blessed to have my sense of smell, so I can inhale (pun intended) that particular musty stink that hangs over Delhi after a day of rain. I am blessed to have my ears, so I can listen to the sound of my mother’s laughter. I am blessed to have my lips, so I can speak to those I love. I am blessed to have my hands, so I can paint whenever I please. I am blessed to have my legs, so I can still walk on this earth. I must remember that I am blessed.

If you feel like things aren’t moving, there is a cure for that, and that is time.

In the end, overthinking is poison to the heart.

It’s funny how we give each other blood in order to survive. If we are willing to do that, I don’t understand how there is so much hate in the world.

I think we are the truest versions of ourselves at night before we go to sleep, just before we close our eyes.