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“We all move on from history to chance, sorrow to sorrow, hope to hope, joy to joy.
Read the book of fiction on the theme. its title is FROM HISTORY TO CHANCE”
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Read the book of fiction on the theme. its title is FROM HISTORY TO CHANCE”
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“The rift made her a student of the fine arts; she got a university degree, so she may paint her own tears on the canvas, and she did paint her tears; a weeping Nitasha, weeping in her art beautifully, her white tears shining like pearls. She never said the tears in the paintings were hers. Aadam knew. He had seen her crying.”
― The Baby Who Brought the Storm: A Novel
― The Baby Who Brought the Storm: A Novel
“Art
make me eternal, give such body to my undying soul. ask the art, art can do it...
...art can give you the age you want, the life span you want...art can give an ever lasting face to your love and joys; art can give an unending life to your acts, and an novel agelessness to your intercourse with this life that you love and we love...we all. Love, that too is Art and fill your memory yard with its art exhibitions....”
― From History to Chance
make me eternal, give such body to my undying soul. ask the art, art can do it...
...art can give you the age you want, the life span you want...art can give an ever lasting face to your love and joys; art can give an unending life to your acts, and an novel agelessness to your intercourse with this life that you love and we love...we all. Love, that too is Art and fill your memory yard with its art exhibitions....”
― From History to Chance
“Come with me; it is time to be happy. Lets smile and be happy for a while. Smile the way I do, or go to hell; accept me as I am and who I am, or leave. Don't try to change me. I am what I am and I can be something else for you. I don't have time to change anything. Life is too short to make big changes. Live it as it is. Live it fully. Wihout a second thought. Live it before it is too late. Start it today. Sit down and grab your glass. Drink the water . Water is life. Take it to your lips. It is water.”
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“Maira was his enemy, a beautiful one. She was one of those for whom he could cry.”
― The Baby Who Brought the Storm: A Novel
― The Baby Who Brought the Storm: A Novel
“LOVE what we are, and what our this half hidden world, this unresolved mystery, our Existence, is. Love the guiding light of love, not just the lip kissing love; all of its available forms, Love your dogs, and cats. Love your soulmates; Love the fresh faced Nature; Love the you waiting for you in YOU, its arms open, waiting for love.
From History to Chance, A Novel”
― From History to Chance
From History to Chance, A Novel”
― From History to Chance
“Known is Nothing, Unknown is Everything; This is Half Hidden World.
We know only a little about ourselves, even ourselves. So blind are we that more often than not we never know what we're going to do next, Love or Hate. Like what we are for ourselves, a part of our soul mates, our boy and girl friends, also remains Unknown to Us, quite naturally, despite living together under the same roof, eating together, sleeping together....And that hidden part makes us ex-things to others.”
― From History to Chance
We know only a little about ourselves, even ourselves. So blind are we that more often than not we never know what we're going to do next, Love or Hate. Like what we are for ourselves, a part of our soul mates, our boy and girl friends, also remains Unknown to Us, quite naturally, despite living together under the same roof, eating together, sleeping together....And that hidden part makes us ex-things to others.”
― From History to Chance
“Come with me; it is time to be happy. Lets smile and be happy for a while. Smile the way I do, or go to hell; accept me as I am and who I am, or leave. Don't try to change me. I am what I am and I can be something else for you. I don't have time to change anything. Life is too short to make big changes. Live it as it is. Live it fully. Wihout a second thought. Live it before it is too late. Start it today. Sit down and grab your glass. Drink the water . Water is life. Take it to your lipe. It is water.”
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“Love Beginning To End
Love is not just kiss me here kiss me there thing, it is life; use love to erect a family, never use it to demolish the group wherein you are born.”
― From History to Chance
Love is not just kiss me here kiss me there thing, it is life; use love to erect a family, never use it to demolish the group wherein you are born.”
― From History to Chance
“From History to Chance
The river of time was flowing on its way, and I was swimming over its honey coloured surface with eyes closed. Does time move? It’s debatable. But we definitely move, age to age, with time and away from it, from its unmoving faces. To see its new faces. In its widest, longest and strangest art gallery.”
― From History to Chance
The river of time was flowing on its way, and I was swimming over its honey coloured surface with eyes closed. Does time move? It’s debatable. But we definitely move, age to age, with time and away from it, from its unmoving faces. To see its new faces. In its widest, longest and strangest art gallery.”
― From History to Chance
“Love
Later when her breath caught pace and became irregular, I looked for a level place. Sofa. Carpet or Bed? Yes bed. The bed was waiting for us since times..I lifted her STIMULATED TENDERNESS up in my arms and took her to stone age. To be one with her. To race with her. On the way of desires. In the transition, she lifted herself up and kissed me, her arms looped around me, her hair suspended in the air.”
― From History to Chance
Later when her breath caught pace and became irregular, I looked for a level place. Sofa. Carpet or Bed? Yes bed. The bed was waiting for us since times..I lifted her STIMULATED TENDERNESS up in my arms and took her to stone age. To be one with her. To race with her. On the way of desires. In the transition, she lifted herself up and kissed me, her arms looped around me, her hair suspended in the air.”
― From History to Chance
