The Color of Our Sky

The truth remains quiet inside us,floundering like a battered bird,desperately wanting to spread its wings and fly away. -TARA

It took me most of my childhood to realize that traditions have infinite power over us. -MUKTA

It is said that time heals everything. I don't think that's true. As the years have gone by, I've found it odd how simple things can still remind you of those terrible times or how the moment you try so hard to forget becomes your sharpest memory.

I wonder if every girl yearns for her father’s love, almost like waiting to catch the moon hiding in the trees—beautiful, yet so eternally elusive. -MUKTA

Sometimes one act of bravery is better than a life lived as a coward. -Mukta

We should have known better, but hope always outweighs reason. -Mukta

The magic is in the words, my dear girl. When you bend one’s thoughts with words that touch the soul, they call it inspiration.

When you bend one’s thoughts with words that touch the soul, they call it inspiration.

There must be something about pain, about the way it touches you so deeply that sometimes you never get back to being the person you once were.

we all have in common, irrespective of anyone’s caste or religion: we all get hurt in life, we all want to survive and be happy, and we all deserve to be treated well.

When we die, we become stars in the sky so we can watch over the ones we love.

The moment you try so hard to forget becomes your sharpest memory. -Tara

humanity is more important than caste or even religion. And every human being has rights; treating others badly is a sin.

It was only now that I understood the threads of life don’t always weave the way we want them to; sometimes the pattern at the end of our lives is different than what we imagined it would be, and right now, I had nothing to do but be at peace with what was going to remain behind.

You see, like a tortoise withdraws itself into its shell for protection, we, too, sometimes have to build a wall around ourselves. Maybe it is the only way we can cope.

when you find a true friend, a strange joy suddenly springs from within—

I realized there were things more important than me, that I could think beyond myself.

The more poems I read, the easier it became to glide into different lives, to know them better, to learn from them.

The magic is in the words, my dear girl. When you bend one's thoughts with words that touch the soul, they call it inspiration.

How many such children had we ignored or treated badly simply because they weren’t our blood or didn’t belong to the “right” caste?! How many such children continue to become victims of our traditions . . .

One deep breath and you will find the courage,