Stories of Hope Quotes

“And maybe, just maybe, there is hope, after all.”
― Kirthi Jayakumar, Stories of Hope

“She walked up to the window. It was raining.
The heavens were grieving, too.”
― Kirthi Jayakumar, Stories of Hope

“She held his hand tightly, as the life support system was removed. Her stomach contracted, she felt like she was being squeezed in the middle, her heart wrenched with grief. She saw his legs wriggle as a last effort to live. And then he was gone.”
― Kirthi Jayakumar, Stories of Hope

“An hour was all that it needed to put out the fire in your apartment, but I needed a lifetime or more to put out the fire burning me up.”
― Kirthi Jayakumar, Stories of Hope

“Death to the attacker was a yardstick of success, to the media person and the government, was a mere statistic. But to her, and countless other people, death had a name, a face and a story, and a countless number of emotions. And to each, theirs was the most painful.”
― Kirthi Jayakumar, Stories of Hope

“Death normally has a stealthy way about it. It creeps up behind you and takes you over when you least expect it. But waiting for death, when you can smell him waiting in the corner like a predator- that's a different story altogether.”
― Kirthi Jayakumar, Stories of Hope

“She felt no pain, the men in surgical scrubs said, but how could they know?
Did they realize that another heart bled as she fought for life?
Did they realize the invisible cord that connected her to me, was still firmly in place despite the only physical one being cut up?
Or did they see those dreams as she did- those years of school, college, fun, happiness and childlike love that would never happen, ever, between them?
Did they know, I wanted to call her Hope?”
― Kirthi Jayakumar, Stories of Hope

“If it was in Grief, it was philosophy, if in joy, it was madness. Just the way a philandering flame could be for warmth, or for arson. My hands clutch my stomach, as wave after wave kicked my feet.”
― Kirthi Jayakumar, Stories of Hope

“When hope crashes, almost immediately, a future smashes into smithereens- into a thousand broken mirror pieces, while you're left with your pallid, hopeless eyes staring back at you. You hear no sound as the tiny splinters fall into the soulless depths of despair. Somewhere so deep, a chasm akin to a black-hole, that nothing that goes in can ever be brought back. Not even your dreams. Or hopes.”
― Kirthi Jayakumar, Stories of Hope

“But those moments I spent with her on the terrace... I will never forget them. We played like little girls. We saw colours come vividly to life before us. We joked. We laughed. We were us. In those moments when we threw mugfulls of water into the open space, I saw that we were two faces to one soul. She, bucolic. I, urban. She, conventional. I, modern. She, her. I, me. Sisters, the members of a sorority of pain. But the problems were one, real, single.”
― Kirthi Jayakumar, Stories of Hope

“Days rolled into weeks, weeks into months. Our realities were one. We tried, though. We tried to brave it through. Why, I don’t know. We had the power to release ourselves from the shackles that held us, but we didn’t. Were we there for each other, so we didn’t leave one to fend for itself alone? Or were we there because we were just there? I don’t know.”
― Kirthi Jayakumar, Stories of Hope