Kindle Notes & Highlights
“O my bleached white notebook, my imagination has not yet touched you. You are as pristine and enigmatic as the divine forehead of a newborn in the delivery room, untouched by the hands of destiny. Today is not the day when I would pen a conclusion in your last page. Your virgin, white pages are not yet dreaming of that concluding page marked in tragic ink.”
The writing was a complex web tangled in Charu’s mind, partly understood, partly elusive, partly imagined, and partly charged with the emotion of Amal’s urgency of expression. It created ripples of unexplained joy in her innermost core, made her eager to explore it further.
Bhupati answered: “I belong to this mundane world, I understand humans.” “But doesn’t literature convey the words of us humans?” Charu said.
After a massive injury, the nerves are so numbed that the feeling of pain does not seep into the being at once.
Why didn’t you even bid adieu to me properly? If you had, it wouldn’t have pained me thus.”
“Well, you need some bug to keep yourself alive!”
