Fourteen Urban Folklore Quotes

“We were strangers under the same roof. We were perfect pretenders in the stage of the world.”
― Ranjani Ramachandran, Fourteen Urban Folklore

“I don't have a choice sahib. Artho hi kanya parakeeya eva father used to say"
"What does it mean?"
"It means a girl is another man's property and she is held in trust by her parents.”
― Ranjani Ramachandran, Fourteen Urban Folklore

“This is a secret which would have died with me, a secret between two people who don't exist anymore for each other.”
― Ranjani Ramachandran, Fourteen Urban Folklore

“I have never tried to symbolize our relationship by planting a bamboo as you might have supposed, naming my child or visiting her back. For me, she is above all typification and our relationship is immortal. And I hope to have freed her today.”
― Ranjani Ramachandran, Fourteen Urban Folklore

“Sahib, a bamboo doesn’t flower, but usually when it does it dies. So I am metaphorical to this plant. Last night, I flowered. In the morning I died. I am not being guilty or unhappy regarding the occurrence sahib. I am in ecstasy. I never bloomed in my life, I did once and that was my last. What died is the desire to be alive in spite of repetition of events like I used
to, the strength to drink my sorrows and search happiness elsewhere not in you. We are bound by the rules of society, and I am a woman of morals. We both know things between us have changed and being around you would simply make no sense practically.”
― Ranjani Ramachandran, Fourteen Urban Folklore

“One wrong step and my life would change drastically.”
― Ranjani Ramachandran, Fourteen Urban Folklore

“His ego and complex always overpowered his emotions.”
― Ranjani Ramachandran, Fourteen Urban Folklore

“Seasons passed by. I always loved to watch the trees in our garden. With the first rain, the leaves would
drench themselves. Slowly they would grow tired of the rain and droop. So would I, grow tired of
waiting for him to look at me, talk to me. Slowly the leaves would dry up, and fall to the ground. It
resembled a naked and shameless woman, trying to woo her husband. And the season would change,
and the leaves would shoot slowly trying to gain the lost vigor. It would start blooming and look in its
best form. The tree would be so overwhelmed by its own beauty that it would call upon the butterfly
and birds. It would make everyone happy. But has anyone wondered how it feels? It feels like me.”
― Ranjani Ramachandran, Fourteen Urban Folklore

“His cheek bones were protruding and eyes were sunk. I waved at him but he stole the gaze.”
― Ranjani Ramachandran, Fourteen Urban Folklore