simran

“For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“The simile of a bird in the hand and two in the bush doesn't really fit here. For there is nothing in my hand and everything in the bush, and yet I choose the nothing-”
― Franz Kafka, Letter to His Father

“Once a boy came running in from play and asked, Mother , what is milk? My friends say it is creamy and white and has the sweetest taste, second only to the nectar of the gods. Please, mother, I want milk to drink.

The mother, who was too pure to buy milk, mixed some flour in water, added jaggery, and gave it to the boy.

The boy drank it and danced in joy, saying, Now I, too, know what milk tastes like!

And the mother, who through all the years of her hardship had never shed a tear, wept at his trust and at her deception.”
― Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, The Palace of Illusions

“Yours

(now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours)”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena