Madhurima Dutta

“I was a candle that had never known a flame, and now that the flame was lit, I softened and glowed in a way I had not known was possible.”
― Danielle Teller, All the Ever Afters: The Untold Story of Cinderella’s Stepmother

“Time is counted, not by hours, but by heart-beats.”
― Robert Browning

“The Moth and Its Beloved

Ask the moth the beauty of the candle
And it will burn without a confession
There is a secret to its longing
For it feels no fear or hesitation

The moth is too much in love with the flame Yet it does not appear under the sun
For the moon’s light is far too feeble, and
It gave up on its pursuit of the sun

Just a sight of a candle is enough
To remind it of its real beloved
So it settles for that candle in reach,
Revels in its heat, and asks to be burned”
― Zubair Ahsan, Of Endeavours Blue

“And I shall seek you endlessly, for
I am a moth, and you’re my flame

Knowing that I’ll burn at your touch
I return, for you’re a fire; untamed”
― Zubair Ahsan