Shrishti Abrol

“But no literature grows in isolation, and looking at the history of Indian writing in English is like looking at a silent movie made up of static postcards of Delhi, or Mumbai, or any other thronged Indian city: the life, the colour, the hubbub of hundreds of eager new writers and high-minded editors, peacocking poets and fiery-eyed pamphleteers, all of that has been bled out of collective memory. In the same year that Dean Mahomet wrote his Travels, the Madras Hircarrah (1794) started up, joining Hicky’s Bengal Gazette (1780) and the India Gazette (1781); the first in a flood of periodicals and journals that would breathlessly, urgently take the news of India running along from one province to another. The”
― Nilanjana Roy, The Girl Who Ate Books: Adventures in Reading

“To tell you the truth, the world seemed full of sad people – those who slept on the uncovered stoops of shops as well as those who lived in high-rise mansions. The man who walks about on foot worries that he doesn’t have decent shoes to wear. The man who rides the automobile frets that he doesn’t have the latest model car. Every man’s complaint is valid in its own way. Every man’s wish is legitimate in its own right.”
― Saadat Hasan Manto, Naked Voices: Stories & Sketches

“BODY LANGUAGE

Said my feet, "Hey, let's go dancin'."

Said my tongue, "Let's have a snack."

Said my brain, "Let's read a good book."

Said my eyes, "Let's take a nap."

Said my legs, "Let's just go walkin'."

Said my back, "Let's take a ride."

Said my seat, "Well, I'll just sit right here,'Til all of you decide.”
― Shel Silverstein, Falling Up

“If you’re missing the tool, create it.”
― David Eagleman, Livewired: The Inside Story of the Ever-Changing Brain