When we pray for something to God, He may not give us everything. He may not give it to us at once. Or He may not even give it to us in the same sequence we asked for. Sometimes, He gives us the second thing first so that we can achieve the first one through it.

I’d like you to dot my every ‘i’ and I’ll cross your every ‘t’. I love you. Will you marry me?

Eight academically brilliant but romantically barren years, and then in a week’s time a sudden bloom like this.

I was so ecstatic with that last line that it took my friends a full measure of five hours after school to convince me that ‘I don’t hate you’ was not, by any remotest possibility, equal to ‘I love you’.

She challenged me for a game of Scrabble. I did not refuse. How could I? It was like she was telling me – I want to have a word with you.

What is so common between hearts and ice-creams? They both melt.

I had a relationship and you know that it had progressed to unforgivable dimensions. Is it really a person’s past that decides suitability?

When life gives you another chance, you don’t ask life questions like - why things turned out that way the previous time? Or why have you been so unfair? Instead, you gladly accept the opportunity and say ‘why not?

Life’s looking more beautiful now. I didn’t sleep the whole night, but it seems he has awakened me from an irrecoverable sleep.

If a man can wear his wife’s little mistake on his sleeves as a sign of their intimacy, and not be upset with her, but be alright with it, and even admit it as his own and claim possession over it, isn’t that a kind of man she had dreamed of?