Nibha

“Things didn't work between the two of them, because they loved the same person. He loved her and she loved herself”
― Ravinder Singh, Can Love Happen Twice?

“i love reading because it is fun”
― Elle Fowler, Beneath the Glitter

“What matters is only what’s here. I touch my skin right under my breasts, which is where the little one’s curled, and where he kicks, ‘cause he has to. Like, he don’t feel so cosy no more. Here, can you feel it? I reckon he wants me to talk to him. He can hear me inside, for sure. He can hear every note of this silvery music.
It ripples all around him, wave after wave. I can tell that it’s starting to sooth him. It’s so full of joy, of delight, even if to him, it’s coming across somewhat muffled. Like a dream in a dream, it’s floating inside, into his soft, tender ear.
I close my eyes and hold myself, wrapping my arms real soft—around me around him—and I rock ever so gently, back and forth, back and forth, with every note of this silvery marvel. You can barely hear me—but here I am, singing along. I’m whispering words into myself, into him.”
― Uvi Poznansky

“she died.i survived
because i survived.i die everyday.”
― Ravinder Singh, I Too Had a Love Story