I have absolutely no problem with anyone's life choices. What bothers me greatly is, when they try to force those life choices on others, in any manner.

In a way, our stories have the same beginning and ending -- we all are born, and we all die. What happens in the middle sets us apart.

Whenever it rains, and its earthy scent -- the petrichor -- hits my senses, memories come flashing and I go back in time.

At some juncture in our life, we become an entirely different person than what we started as. Different dreams, different thoughts, different style, different life. When we look at our old photographs, it feels like we are looking at a stranger. Then, it makes us wonder when we stopped being that person in the photograph.

I lived my whole life following others’ wishes. Let me follow my own wish in my death.

It is up to us, whether to be happy for what we have, or to be unhappy for what we don't have.

You did good, you did good again. But then, you did bad, and suddenly you were never any good.

People can advise, but your decision needs to be yours alone, you are the one who is going to face the consequences of your actions. So, decide what you want to do with your life, and act accordingly.

Hater you can find in a moment, but it takes an eternity to find a true well-wisher.

When I was young, I thought I was a very smart and learned person.But now, the more I read, the more I learn, the more I think, the humbler I become.