I do not condemn either the rich or the poor, but the consequences of these two.

Dear teachers, please make reading and writing fun. Reading and writing shouldn’t be a punishment while in school. I ask you to create and teach two electives: “Reading for Pleasure” and “Writing for Pleasure”.

Judge your life using your own blessings and not others.

Ladies, dare to be a rainbow beneath your clothes. Do not wait for a special day to wear fancy underwears. Do not wait until you are old to wear orange. Everyday is special.

Nobody is qualified enough to give advise on intimate relationships other than those sleeping with it.

She refuses to support the slogan – Men are equal to women – if this translates to her femininity being faded out or confused by trying to please a selfish idea of anyone wanting a woman to be both herself and a man.

A walk in the woods is never a plunder of time. I see golden rays streaming through the trees, showering me with the meaning of being present. I see the sun’s rays pouring through each twig, reminding me that I am capable of awakening love with smallest acts.

You don’t have to be famous or rich to do a good deed. No matter how small it may seem, each kind deed sends a rippling action of kindness to humanity. Whether it is donating, helping the donor to implement or ensuring the donation recipients are treated right, each one of us has a role in philanthropy.

Writing is a gift I am grateful for. So I use it, give it, but not always I get it right. In not getting it right, I will be content to know that I failed right by not wasting that gift.

I have learned that love is not a button which you can switch it on when wonderfully sizzling and switch off when heart broken. When you love you cannot put a past tense to it because if you do then it was never love in the first place. But if love was there, then it persists in different forms such as mutual respect but never hatred.