Punya Gupta

“She wrote when she was with us. She wrote when no one was around. She wrote postcards. She wrote letters in books. She wrote in other people's diaries, in telephone diaries, on menus of takeaway places.”
― Jerry Pinto, Em and The Big Hoom

“What happiness is there in just the memory of happiness?”
― Julian Barnes, Levels of Life

“And for two hours the wine was poured, the cheese cut, and the two men talked. Of what? Who knows? Of love, of war, of the past. And they listened with hearts instead of ears, and in the candlelit kitchen three floors up in an old palazzo, death was put on hold. For another night or day or week or year.”
― Sarah Winman, Still Life

“There is a German word, Sehnsucht, which has no English equivalent; it means 'the longing for something'. It has Romantic and mystical connotations; C.S. Lewis defined it as the 'inconsolable longing' in the human heart for 'we know not what'. It seems rather German to be able to specify the unspecifiable. The longing for something - or, in our case, for someone.”
― Julian Barnes, Levels of Life