Meera

“.... she was like a flower.
And suddenly, for a vivid minute, Hercule Poirot had a new conception of
the dead girl. In that halting rustic voice the girl Mary lived and bloomed
again. "She was like a flower."
There was suddenly a poignant sense of loss, of something exquisite
destroyed. In his mind phrase after phrase succeeded each other. Peter
Lord's "She was a nice kid." Nurse Hopkins's "She could have gone on the
films any time." Mrs. Bishop's venomous "No patience with her airs and
graces." And now last, putting to shame, laying aside those other views,
the quiet, wondering, "She was like a flower.”
― Agatha Christie, Sad Cypress

“I have only the desire. Yet ultimately a desire is nothing but a crazy need. As”
― Jhumpa Lahiri, In Other Words: A Memoir

“When you live in a country where your own language is considered foreign, you can feel a continuous sense of estrangement. You”
― Jhumpa Lahiri, In Other Words: A Memoir

“When you're in the middle of a nightmare, something ordinary is the only hope. Anyway, ordinary things are the best. I've always thought so.”
― Agatha Christie, Sad Cypress