Adarsh

“The Fire Bug flared up at that. “You want to know what bugs me?” it said indignantly. “Nobodaddy’s friendly about fire. Oh, it’s fine in its place, people say, it makes a nice glow in a room, but keep an eye on it in case it gets out of control, and always put it out before you leave. Never mind how much it’s needed; a few forests burned by wildfires, the occasional volcanic eruption, and there goes our reputation. Water, on the other hand!—hah!—there’s no limit to the praise Water gets. Floods, rains, burst pipes, they make no difference. Water is everyone’s favorite. And when they call it the Fountain of Life!—bah!—well, that just bugs me to bits.” The Fire Bug dissolved briefly into a little cloud of angry, buzzing sparks, then came together again. “Fountain of Life, indeed,” it hissed. “What an idea. Life is not a drip. Life is a flame. What do you imagine the sun is made of? Raindrops? I don’t think so. Life is not wet, young man. Life burns.”
― Salman Rushdie, Luka and the Fire of Life

“Troubled as the future was, it was the unknown future, and in its obscurity there was ignorant hope.”
― Charles Dickens

“Man is the Storytelling Animal, and that in stories are his identity, his meaning, and his lifeblood.”
― Salman Rushdie, Luka and the Fire of Life

“What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears.”
― Lucius Annaeus Seneca