Srividya Srinivasan

“Delayed, unexpressed appreciation is meaningless. The dead need no appreciation. The living do.”

“We belong where we are most loved”

“It is finally about the quality of the conversations and silences we share, isn't it? We become strangers when we have nothing to say to each other. We die to each other, when the conversations in us die. Sometimes, a little every day, until one day we go completely silent and we are simply left looking at a stranger whose habits we know”

“No one is a failure until that is the only definition of themselves that they are willing to see within.”

“Love dies when the lover in us dies. It snaps when the lover in us gives up in defeat. When the cold, practical us takes over the the self-image of us a lover. When the lover in us wins, the practical us recedes and the magic takes over, and when the lover in us loses, the practical us takes over and the magic recedes and the more the lover in us dies, the less courage we have in magic until we reach a point where we even disbelieve the very notion of magic, and magic within us. Who would believe the madness of moonlight in broad daylight? Love dies from hunger for love that love is unable to feed. If I tell you that just as the cold rays of harsh sunlight shall give away to the silver cool of the moonlight beams, your disbelief can turn to magic,are you going to believe? That the stars are there even during the day, that we are the ones unable to see, would you believe?”

“In a relationship, it is not what you ask and receive that delights. It is receiving what you wanted but never asked”

“There should be a measure for happiness or sadness, like the width of your smile, the twinkle in your eyes, the depth of your laughter or the salt of your tears.”

“There are times when you are home to yourself and you long for company.”

“Only if I heal, can you heal. Only if you heal, can I heal. Otherwise, we would continue to scar each other.”

“You know you have arrived when you have stopped caring about the destination”

“They prised open the door in the morning. The beatific expression on hisface was exactly what one would find in a temple deity or the just dead - anunsmiling smile. The absurdity and humour was there if one could just seeit, the question and answer staring one in the face.”

“A feminist is a woman lover not a man hater”

“The stories we pretend do not exist, are the stories that will haunt us till the end.”

“Most of the conversations we are ever likely to have with people are the things we do not and cannot say”