67 Quotes by Kiran Manral

Perhaps there was nothing to be said, and there was nothing to be heard. Perhaps all we were destined to be were moths to the flame, burn ourselves out in the pursuit of the next light we saw. This light had burnt me out. And all I could do was wait till I rose, phoenix-like, only to be burnt again.

She followed him, with the curious camaraderie that comes from having done something death-defying together.

She had not realised it at that time, but when she had stated she would follow this man to the ends of the earth, he’d made her follow through on the statement.

When I do decide to run away, you will never find me. Remember that. Not only will you never find me, but you will lose yourself trying to find me.

Home was perhaps just this body I inhabited and this too was alien to me at times, its folds and creases, its pains and needs. Home was everywhere andnowhere. Home, I realised now, was anywhere the heart slept in peace. Home was where one unpacked one’s cares and settled them into the wardrobe with one’s clothes. It was where one was complete.

She was overwhelmed, not merely by the house. It was the freedom of the moment, where she was no longer playing her roles of a mother, a wife. Now, at this moment, in the middle of nowhere, she was just an ordinary woman.

Over each year, the pauses in his sentences had elongated themselves to become silences. The silences eventually stopped punctuating conversations, and the conversations became silences punctuated with words.

Miss was a word that couldn’t quite express the hollow pit of my stomach filled with nothing but cold gusts of air where the intestines should have been, walking around with a gaping hole in my chest where my heart had been pulled out from, feeling hollow within and without. It was a missing that filled me up, an absence that was a presence, a bereavement that wasn’t a release.

How did other women come to terms with losing a husband? Did they pick up the pieces of their shattered selves and gluethem back together, sealing the joints with metal to prevent them from falling apart again at the slightest whiff of remembrance, motes of a residual ghost perfume, familiar and overwhelmingin a just-vacated elevator, a familiar stretch of shoulder and head in a distance, in a crowd, snatches of a song that had beenplaying when….