… Could I have missed them more? What a fool I had been while they walked and talked and lived …

… Poor little darling … Only if I had known some way to tell you Abdul’s opinion of you, without hurting you, I would have told you. It may break your heart but stop you from breaking up, that is.

… If I were ever to get power to retrieve photographs that I have burnt … I would crave to retrieve that ‘coach Mom’s’ photograph, the most. Feeling of guilty conscience of the nonsensical burning of that photograph, Mom being no more, would die when I die…

… Oh God, but what do I do about Dad’s ‘Helena ever, never’ … I feel like it’s eating me alive …

… Guddi and I would have been floating down the river dead by now hadn’t I come across the sketches on that platform … Oh God, how I miss not being aboard AI 666 on that day!

Her voice distorted in a low howl. … Naresh pulled her close to his chest. She cried inconsolably on Naresh’s shoulder … her skeletal structure rattling with boisterous hiccups which seemed to rush on her with no end in sight.