14 Quotes by A.A. Gupte

They were two burnt lovers, too similar and too different at the same time.

The suffering was shaping her perception about life, her values, priorities, goals and dreams.

His touch comforted her because for a moment there, she would’ve actually drifted away in the stale evening wind of Saint County.

He was an integral part of her being just like she was his.

She always believed love was good and hate was much better. But, indifference would’ve made her a no one.

She was his rock. It was blasphemy to imagine a life without Iris in it.

A dying girl.A pining boy.And a whole lot of robbed years.

Death would ease her pain and suffering, but it had succeeded in breaking his heart.

They were like two sides of the same coin, but with two different meanings and purposes. So different, yet so similar in profound ways.