Alisha Sachdev

“When we
are we
and a closet
we share,
I
will hang my clothes
in the opposite direction
as yours,
because after a wait
like this,
I think even they
deserve to always
be walking
directly towards
each other.”
― Tyler Knott Gregson, Chasers of the Light: Poems from the Typewriter Series

“But I was her first love, as she was mine. Nor have I ever been in love since. But then I have never fallen out of love with her – with her, I suppose, as she then was, or as I grew afterwards to realize or imagine she had been. What is she now, who is she now? Am I with such inane fidelity fixated on someone who could have utterly changed (but could she have? could she really have changed so much?), who could have grown to hate me for leaving her, who could have forgotten me or learned deliberately to expunge me from her mind. How many seconds or weeks after seeing me…did I survive her thoughts?”
― Vikram Seth, An Equal Music

“I guess I'm the Black Death,' he said slowly. 'I don't seem to bring people happiness any more.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night