Aswathi Jana

“What makes us leave what we love best?
What is it inside us that keeps erasing itself
When we need it most,
That sends us into uncertainty for its own sake
And holds us flush there
until we begin to love it
And have to begin again?
What is it within our own lives we decline to live
Whenever we find it,
making our days unendurable,
And nights almost visionless?
I still don't know yet, but I do it.”
― Charles Wright, Littlefoot: A Poem

“I'm the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Just like the Cheshire cat, someday I will suddenly leave, but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phony, clownish curve, the kind you see on miserably sad people and villains in Disney movies, will remain behind as an ironic remnant. I am the girl you see in the photograph from some party someplace or some picnic in the park, the one who is in fact soon to be gone. When you look at the picture again, I want to assure you, I will no longer be there. I will be erased from history, like a traitor in the Soviet Union. Because with every day that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible...”
― Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

“You build a wall to keep something unwanted out … or to hold something precious in.”
― Jodi Picoult, Perfect Match

“സ്നേഹമെന്ന ഒന്നില്ല"
"ഇത് പലരും പറഞ്ഞതാണ് രമേശാ"
"ബന്ധമേയുള്ളൂ. അമ്മ എന്നെ സ്നേഹിക്കുന്നത് ഞാൻ നിങ്ങളുടെ മകനായത്‌ കൊണ്ടല്ലേ? അല്ലെങ്കിൽ അമ്മ എന്നെ സ്നേഹിക്കില്ല എന്ന് മാത്രമല്ല തമ്മിൽ കണ്ടുമുട്ടിയാൽ ഒരു വാക്കുപോലും അമ്മ പറഞ്ഞില്ലെന്നു വരും. എന്നെ കണ്ടാൽ നിങ്ങൾ ചോദിക്കും, 'എന്താ? എവിടെന്നാ? എന്ന്.”
― M. mukundan