67 Quotes by Kiran Manral

When you lose a spouse, no one tells you about the other loss, the loss that the body must deal with. That of a body against a body. Of sweat, of scent, of bliss.

I was carried along by his optimism. Or perhaps I was carried along by him. It is dangerous to be carried along by a person. People change.

Was this what I wanted, the rest of my days being laid out for me? A life not of my choosing. Would I be able to live it out here, in this isolation, six months on an island, the days unfolding one into another, a series of Russian dolls, diminishing in their intensity and diminishing me as well. Would I be diminished? Or was this what I needed, to live here undisturbed for the rest of my life and never have to interact with the fractiousness of city living ever again?

Was I going to be living here permanently now? I didn’t know. What was permanent anyway, except where temporary stopped, and weren’t we all just temporary in our residence on this planet,in this dimension, anyway?

Creatures from the damp earth emerged from their homes in the ground, slitheringaway on the damp overgrown grass, onto the stairs, the patio and squirming their way into the house. Survival, it was, riskingbeing squashed underfoot over being drowned in their homes.Earthworms, snails, small snakes, insects. Life survived seasons and inundations, and poured itself out onto higher ground.

...with the nonchalance that came from the belief of youth that nothing could go wrong, and whatever could already had.

You travel around the world only to come home, they say. Stay where you are andmake it home.

Heer’s eyes, flicker into something vaguely hostile before dying down into embers. The eyes they had both inherited from their father, copper when annoyed, bronze when emotional, honey when overflowing with happiness that would not be contained.

Grief is grey and damp, a marshland of emotions that suck you in, tendrils of mist that caress you, asphyxiate you.Grieving is the journey you do alone, a penitence, a pilgrimage, an affirmation of being alive in the face of death that shadowsus, every waking moment. Grief was the country I was on apilgrimage within, searching for redemption from my grieving.