There are things in life that science will never be able to see. We have to rely on what has been passed from our ancestors, generation to generation.
~ Pawan Mishra
Availability of knowledge is only next to prevalence of stupidity in its overwhelming abundance.
Knowledge that can make miracles happen needs to be guarded carefully. If it falls into the wrong hands, miracles become disasters in no time.
...he had also acquired a peculiar academic quirk. During exams, he knew all the answers but wasn’t able to successfully map his answers to the right questions. So as soon as an exam started, he simply started putting his answers in the order in which he remembered them. Every time he moved to a new class, his parents made the new teachers aware of this snag. The teachers acknowledged it and reassured the parents that they’d match his answers against the appropriate questions.
It was a time when a degree was expected but not much respected.
A man wants too many things before marriage, but only peace after it.
Such delicacies are relationships.
No great soul, as they say, lives for very long. Because God desperately wants all the great people near him.
When the soul heals, the issues of the body disappear like they never happened.
A meeting is a collective tacit confession of participants’ unwillingness to work.
All the progress in science can’t be used to build a smell receptor as capable as the one that a true leader possesses—to smell trouble or just something fishy.
Be a good reader first, if you wish to become a good writer.
A writer gets to live yet another life every time she creates a new story.
Writing a story is like going on a date—you will spoil it if you aren't living in the moment.
Tell a story in lesser and simpler words.
Don’t break the rules when you haven’t fully figured them out yet.
Dreams are good at playing with your memory. They love leaving no trace behind and hate to show up once again in the morning.
The good writing ideas don’t have to be about political turmoil, mass killings, capitalism, racism, injustice, etc. Find that one idea that has deep roots in your heart.
Create a world in front of your readers where they can taste, smell, touch, hear, see, and move. Else they are likely going to move on to another book.
A writer can do without food for a few hours, but not without the sight of books.
Turn those deep feelings and obsessions of your heart into captivating pieces of literature.
Ideas either age like fine wine or rot like potatoes over time.
If you are a singer, you must sing. If you are a dancer, you must dance. If you are a writer, you must write. Don’t suffocate your heart.
As you become a better writer, the writing becomes more difficult. You toil harder to tell a story in a lesser number of words.
Don’t interrupt when your characters take a flight of their own.
Cliches are the viruses that infect your writing with diseases.
If you think there is no time to write now, there would never be.
If certain aspect needs to be inconsistent, it must better be consistently inconsistent throughout the story.
You need to be my wife to win with me.
Most of a husband’s life is spent in doing research on his wife.
Despite progress witnessed elsewhere in the matters of heart, parents in this part of the world hadn’t quite come around to letting their adult offspring choose their lovers.
The thirty-plus years of marriage between the ceiling and the cement plaster showed signs of weakness by frequently developing cracks and holes.
Her beauty effortlessly managed to arrest the pulse of each heart at the office and keep it in a dreamlike cage where she could have a look at each at her will and derive pleasure which, it had to be said, was a touch malicious in nature.
This is where the whole thing entered into a vicious cycle, for her proximity always inebriated the hearts, thus only deepening their desire to remain hostages in the cage so that they could booze even more on that beauty.
Matters of the heart are so incalculable!
Talented minds have always been stealthily targeted by mediocre ones.
Everyone’s mind has sort of a slum division—a flirtatious spot that doesn’t give a hoot about how grave a situation is but constantly endeavors to derail more earnest thoughts, almost like a death-wish backseat driver.
If you thought with your minds and not your roosters, you would get the point!
I wonder if they were aware of the power of complimentary alcohol during World War I.
He was a chicken in the outside world that turned into a lion on entering the house.
