Salonee Gupta

“They both want to help you, but they are men, and men can often only see what they can hold in their hands. The world is made of rocks and wood and meat for them. It's not their fault; it's how they were designed." Gulnaz sighed.
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"And women?" [Zeba] asked thoughtfully. "What is the world to us?"
Gulnaz offered a meek smile.
"Do you not know, my daughter? Our world is the spaces between the rocks and meat. We see the face that should but doesn't smile, the sliver of sun between dead tree branches. Time passes differently through a woman's body. We are haunted by all the hours of yesterday and teased by a few moments of tomorrow. That is how we live—torn between what has already happened and what is yet to come.”
― Nadia Hashimi, A House Without Windows

“I loved how a book, a story, a set of words in a sentence organized in the exact right order, made you miss places you’ve never visited, and people you’ve never met.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip

“New things are scary.” “They don’t have to be.” “How are they not?” “Because some of my favorite things I haven’t even done yet.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip

“That was the thing about my aunt, she lived in the moment because she always figured it’d be her last. There was never a rhyme or reason to it—even when she was healthy, she lived like she was dying, the taste of mortality on her tongue.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip