It Happens for a Reason

Yes, when you are passionate about something, it shows. There is no point doing something that does not make you feel happy just to earn money. If you hate what you are doing, you are then just wasting your life,

Mostly it is those memories—the things that you did not do that kill you later, when it is too late.

no matter how much you tried to make something happen, you will not be able to until the time is right.

most problems get magnified because we over-think them, creating more problems in the process, and sometimes things take their own course. All we can do is to let it be.

I had a lot of time on my hands and so I fell into the world of books. I read and read and read some more. I read every single thing that I could lay my hands on - even if authors were not well known or famous. I began seeing the world through their eyes.

For me, this baby was the most precious thing I had ever had. He was my treasure, my joy, my world, my everything now.

The best way to handle pain and disappointment is to bury oneself in work.

Sometimes things happen for a reason, though they are not obvious at that moment, and there is nothing you can do to control them.

Nothing like the pure, unpolluted air we get to breathe in these mountains, and nothing like being away from cities.

There is something wonderful about old friends. They know everything about you, have been a part of your life for so long, that you can seamlessly pick up right where you left off.

Yesterday is but a dream and tomorrow is a vision, But today well lived can make every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope.’ The

There is something that is unexplainable, which no amount of money can buy.

I have never compromised on academics and the one thing that I insist on is good grades, even though I am a relaxed and indulgent parent in most other things.

The truth is never so palatable,

When you are passionate about something, it shows. There is no point doing something that does not make you feel happy just to earn money. If you hate what you are doing, you are then just wasting your life.

Of course Suchi and I did no such things as passing notes to guys. We were too cool to fall in love and things like that. At least, that is what we told ourselves.

I was thankful for tiny blessings that came in the form of friends.

I had chosen to be an adult and I didn't want any charity - not even from my parents. This was one thing I was determined about.

I had never felt great about my modelling career anyway. All of it was so fake, so make-believe. But look at the people here. How warm they are. How genuine. I have never had any of this before. I feel wealthier than when I was making all that money modelling in Mumbai, You are right about your observation. This life does give me my peace.

Sometimes, it is best that the past stays buried.

Sometimes I feel you are much too independent. So what if you are depending on other people? No man or woman is an island.

Sometimes it dies even before it has a chance to blossom. There is nothing you can do about it.

But that is not going to help. The rage, the sheer helplessness at his cool demeanour, plus the facts that he has so calmly and clearly stated act as catalysts, and I explode, giving vent to the fury that has been swelling inside me and that I have been trying to contain. I fling his report card across the bedroom and his answer papers neatly stacked inside it go flying and scatter all across the room. ‘You … you fool. I struggle so much to raise you well and now this…’ I am unable to complete the sentence. He calmly picks up the report card and stacks all the answer sheets neatly inside. Then he hands me a bottle of water. I breathe in and out deeply and glug some down. He is fifteen going on twenty-five. ‘Ma, I have told you so many times,’ his voice is gentle,

Blood is thicker than water. And nothing can stop the connection between a child and its parent.