Not how long, but how well you have lived is the main thing. — Seneca

Some doors close so quietly you only notice the draft years later.

Somewhere between the falling apart and the coming together, you grew up.

उम्मीद वो दीया है जो हवा के बावजूद जलता रहता है।

जड़ों को मत भूलो, पंखों के साथ उड़ना आसान हो जाएगा।