… Why do you think monkeys don’t let the peanuts go off their fists … to freedom? … Monkey’s self-image of perching high in the crown, munching on fisted peanuts, has already enchained him before the hunter does. …

… Most of us cling to our ‘peanuts’ long enough to let the ‘monkey-hunter’ catch us. Consequently, we don’t let our full potential to bloom….

… For the calf, no moment was a miracle moment, and the whole bunch consisted of interlocking pieces of drudgery that built one upon another, and another, and yet another.

… Sprawls overhead would shower golden ‘snowflakes’ on vehicles parked below, on people waiting for buses, on gangs of laborers hurrying to their day’s toil, and on bike riders rushing underneath them …

… As they trod on the golden carpet of petals, the walk reminded Sona of Raghu’s gush. She wondered what other magnificent boulevards of Indian laburnum Raghu would have described had his spurt continued.

… Pinky’s head would move, to and fro, with the wrist of Tingy without slackening the grip. A bulldog clip couldn’t have been fiercer…

… No single defining action, no grand program, no one killer innovation, no solitary lucky breaks, and no wrenching revolution, begets spectacular results. …

… The world notices when the flywheel is turning a thousand rotations a minute. That skews the world’s perception … The world begins looking for the formula for great results. It never finds one, because there is none.

… A jumble of green leaves showed innumerable egg-shaped, and egg-sized, flower buds huddling in their recesses, a few blossomed into flowers large enough to spill out a human palm. …