Heena Singhal > Quotes

“How can a rose which has never been watered be blamed for wilting?”
― Heena Singhal, Songs of the Reed

“No one never really ‘heals’ from grief; one just learns to manage the pangs of it. Like a person would thicken the roof in the anticipation of hailstorms.”
― Heena Singhal, Songs of the Reed

“Sometimes all life demands from us is bravery.”
― Heena Singhal, Songs of the Reed

“Baba said wood carried testimonies to people’s lineage, the scent of generations seeping into it and gaining immortality. Fits of silence, he called those moments of withdrawal, the gratuities of the refugees, especially in old age.”
― Heena Singhal, Songs of the Reed

“You know the shape of a pyramid?’ he asked.
Noor nodded, hesitantly.
‘Imagine that at the bottom are the religions—Islam, Hinduism, Judaism, Christianity—all of them, each climbing to claim a place to be higher than the other. But at the top there is place for only one…’
‘And which reaches the top?’
‘As they ascend, somewhere in the middle, they all blend, seamlessly, and scale to the top as just one. That one represents no one in particular, yet everyone in their entirety.’ She half-nodded, trying to understand.
‘Now, do you want to read a story?”
― Heena Singhal, Songs of the Reed

“Like I said, every story decides for itself the time to be told. You believe you are listening to a story...but the truth is...the story is unfurling in your heart...becoause every story has a soul of its own…. and it chooses who gets to touch it and when…”
― Heena Singhal, Songs of the Reed

“The biggest complexities that we face in life are not out there in the big, bad world, waiting to pounce on us; they are in the little world that we carry around forever in our chest.”
― Heena Singhal, Songs of the Reed

“One thing that parents pass on to their kids, whether they like it or not, whether they want it or not, are their vibes.”
― Heena Singhal, Songs of the Reed

“More than treasures, there are corpses that lie beneath the parched earth.”
― Heena Singhal, Songs of the Reed

“Was the tragedy of a Hindu in the twentieth century Kashmir any different from the agony of the Muslims or Jews of Granada, hundreds of years ago?”
― Heena Singhal, Songs of the Reed

“it fair to neglect a life, and weep for the dead?”
― Heena Singhal, Songs of the Reed

“Just because she wasn’t grown up didn’t mean all her distress, her worries, her guilts and regrets could be swallowed down with a silly piece of chocolate. Why were all the emotions of a child made so little of?”
― Heena Singhal, Songs of the Reed