Shubham Singhania

“Every morning when the ocean wakes up, he searches for her footprints on his shore.

Did she visit him while he was asleep? Even if she did, his fate won’t let him know of her presence.”
― Shubham Singhania, Dark little corners

“Perhaps it's a terrible thing to write to you. You are just a lone moon hanging over the sky. You don't even have your own light. Your scars remind me of my hollow nightmares. They are so deep and hideous that you have to hide and decorate yourself twice a month. There is a darkness that sleeps in the other part of you. Your whole existence sickens me.

Yet, when I look at you, I'm reminded more of myself than I see of you. The brightness reflects shades of imperfections, battles I have lost, and an unending desire to cling to someone every night, despite the millions of miles distance between my heart and hers.”
― Shubham Singhania, Dark little corners

“I think love is like a key maker of anyone's home. If given to one person, it can unlock that person's home. Once the key has been handed over to you, you are allowed to go inside and touch and play with every small or large, open or hidden thing in the house. Also, you always have a choice to stay or leave the home. However, if you choose to leave then the only way to do it is to shatter every piece you had touched or played into unrecognisable pieces. In case you decide to stay, you eventually get comfortable, as if the home that belonged to someone else is now owned by you.”
― Shubham Singhania, Dark little corners

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald