I am not in favor of those who profess the idea that dreams have got meanings in them. One thing I could assure is that they bring out a mysterious artist in every human being, a befuddled artist with nebulous notions.

Men get brave by the brave actions, they win over their fear by understanding the nature of fear.

They behaved like the pets that lost their owner. They seemed to be in a never ending whirl of chaos.

There was a rhythm between the silence and the song, like that of the breast and the baby, evading the realm of time.

You do not choose this existence but the existence chooses you

There is a tempo that life follows, there is a rate your heart beats with, there is a rhythm that the nature functions in, that is what we seek in everything.

When we grow conscious of patterns, we crave for the randomness and when we are hounded by the randomness of our life, we seek pattern in it.

If there’s anything that frightens me the most is a nightmare. It makes me feel primitive, a too bodily and embryonic being.

It still remains special as it’s forgotten, the more I tried to recollect, the more elusive it grew — like the golden deer that enchanted Sita.