Life... Love... Kumbh... Quotes

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She was finally owned up- it took death as a price for her being accepted.

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For a girl there is a shorter version of youth.

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All girls are like fishes needing feeding and a net. Trap them lest you are trapped.

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The gods are real crazy when it comes to prayers. They listen to some sometimes and do not listen to some sometimes. But the whole world prays, nonetheless-All the time

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When the wound is fresh it hurts, more so when you are reminded to the hurt time and again

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Why love has to intense? Women's love isn't. It is a male contribution to a relationship. What does a woman contribute? Children continuity- intentional immortality.

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Immortality, thou art a chimerical bridesmaid of life.

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An array of colorful camps dotted the river banks, like a garrison of army on a peace keeping mission. A mini India, many great nations. different people living in the same place, an inversion of the notion of nation.

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Legacy proves ones mettle and one's karma.

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Karma has to be done, to the last moment, there is no way of escaping the world once one is in it.

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Karma has to be done, there is o way of escaping the world once one is in it.

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Ah! the joys of linger...

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Grey is the shade of life, like shadows.

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People who are left alone tell the story but are never a part of it; those who are a part of the crowd, are story bound, acting upon the role assigned to them in the theater of living, loving and longing.

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But you raised a ruckus about and threatened to perform a Julius Caesarian on anybody on anybody who calls April the cruelest month- I was Damn born out of the loins of my father in the spring of April, you claimed. Surgeon, you stood up for the mont...

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Annant is Pickwick paperless, the hunter of wisdom and due to Lovelace heart, a budding poet-ass.

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Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom...I wouldn't wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.

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I thought of her as she, and she as her.

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