He Who Spits Paan At The Ceiling

Let Me Tell You A Secret: There Is No Such Thing As An Uninteresting Life One Day You Must Tell Me Your Full And Complete Story, Unabridged And Unexpurgated.we Will Set Aside Some Time For It, And Meet. It's Very Important. Maneck Smiled. 'why Is It Important?' It's Extremely Important Because It Helps To Remind Yourself Of Who You Are. Then You Can Go Forward, Without Fear Of Losing Yourself In This Ever-changing World.

But Nobody Ever Forgot Anything, Not Really, Though Sometimes They Pretended, When It Suited Them. Memories Were Permanent. Sorrowful Ones Remained Sad Even With The Passing Of Time, Yet Happy Ones Could Never Be Recreated - Not With The Same Joy. Remembering Bred Its Own Peculiar Sorrow. It Seemed So Unfair: That Time Should Render Both Sadness And Happiness Into A Source Of Pain.

The Whole Quilt Is Much More Important Than Any Single Square.

Loss Is Essential, Loss Is Part And Parcel Of That Necessary Calamity Called Life. Mind You, I'm Not Complaining. Thanks To Some Inexplicable Universal Guiding Force, It Is Always The Worthless Things We Lose - Slough Off, Like A Moulting Snake. Losing And Losing Again, Is The Very Basis Of The Process, Til All We Are Left With Is The Bare Essence Of Human Existence.

There Didn't Seem To Her Any Harm In It, And The Make-believe Was So Comforting.