He Who Spits Paan At The Ceiling

If There Was An Abundance Of Misery In The World, There Was Also Sufficient Joy, Yes - As Long As One Knew Where To Look For It.

...you Have To Use Your Failures As Stepping Stones To Success. You Have To Maintain A Fine Balance Between Hope And Despair. In The End It’s All A Question Of Balance.

...the Face Has Limited Space. My Mother Used To Say, If You Fill Your Face With Laughing, There Will Be No More Room For Crying.

What An Unreliable Thing Is Time--when I Want It To Fly, The Hours Stick To Me Like Glue. And What A Changeable Thing, Too. Time Is The Twine To Tie Our Lives Into Parcels Of Years And Months. Or A Rubber Band Stretched To Suit Our Fancy. Time Can Be The Pretty Ribbon In A Little Girl's Hair. Or The Lines In Your Face, Stealing Your Youthful Colour And Your Hair. .... But In The End, Time Is A Noose Around The Neck, Strangling Slowly.

Where Humans Are Concerned, The Only Emotion That Made Sense Was Wonder, At Their Ability To Endure.