Bombay Balchao

by Jane Borges

Our minds are surprisingly gifted with this innate ability to omit events that we do not to wish to revisit. But a slight trigger and the mind retrieves them for us, playing them out in technicolour.

Love makes you dreamy, deaf and dumb—a mute, floaty, gullible victim to the cruelties of that head-spinning feeling.

Time heals the broken. Sometimes, the healing is slow. Sometimes, it is slower. You cannot predict how long it will take before one forgets what it all felt like—heartbreak, the pain, the anguish, and that emptiness. Years could roll by, and you’d have done ten million different things to keep yourself from thinking, and yet, the mind would remember that moment when your life fell apart and crushed you whole.

She used a full stop when a comma would have sufficed.

The good thing is that the universe doesn’t understand the rules of grammar.

Punctuation isn’t part of i...