Sanhita Baruah Quotes

I find beauty in sadness, and peace ... and a mystery waiting to be solved.. the more you unfold the mystery, the more you are mesmerized by the layers of mystery lying underneath.. and solitude becomes the perfect company for sadness..
but again, the feeling you get when you realize you're not alone gives you inexplicable happiness.. and there's satisfaction in happiness,, and another mystery which is unknotted yet difficult to penetrate

It was either the chaos of a crowd of thoughts or the silence of solitude ... nothing in between..

We can't control what others think
We might as well go ahead and live

Loving someone can never be difficult, it's when you judge the other person that everything tumbles.. Loving someone is easy, so I fall, rise or fly in love over and over again.. what's difficult is being loved in return.. Unrequited love is amusing.. It's more fun when the person you love doesn't know you do.. what's difficult is when he does.. and that makes you what you'd never want to be - Vulnerable.

Nay, you don't throw away those misplaced beads.. you find them, pick them up and make a new necklace.. probably not as beautiful as you imagined..but wearable nevertheless..

There's nothing more unattractive than a man who blames predestination for his own failures and a woman who blames men for her own vulnerability ...
Blame thyself

Some selfish people rise because some kind people haven't learned the art of saying no to them.

I couldn't find my cup of tea.
So probably, I've been simply taking a sip from everyone else's cup. May be it shouldn't matter as long as there is tea to drink. Or should it?

You will never get everything in life but you will get enough.

Someday you shall meet someone
Who's gonna look at you in awe-
Flying high, wings all spread,

And wonder how it'd be like
To clip those wings,
Tie those feet down,
And cage you forever...

When you hit the ground,
Remember to run

It's strange how people give up on you within weeks of promising that they will always be there..
and it's just sad that promises are destined to break
and when you had finally believed in that one promise
someday you give up on yourself too ...
and it's not about love, it was never..
it is, at times, about barren hopes and a bleak tomorrow ...

Apologize!
That's the least you can do to try to make right something you have wronged.

I had seen the world as either white or black.
It is only when I read the pages of her diary that I understood why the sky looked so grey.

There were two and only two messages that could have been comprehended by what he said.
But neither of them was soothing; neither of them was a lie.

Exactly when will you give up?
When things will seem out of your hands ?
When situations will seem out of your control?
Will you try to control them? Or will you let go?
Will you give up then? Or will you keep holding on?
Don't tell me that I gave up; I didn't.
Because I didn't let go; I just let it be.

I let every grain of sand slip through my fingers
As the wind carried them away;
Some drops of rain absorbed by the sand,
Some dissolved in the sea.

I'd go back carrying no traces
Of where I'd been,
But the sand settled between my fingers,
And the grains falling off from my toes.

I wouldn't soil the carpet on the floor
If only I'd known...

It doesn't seem like you're living a life, it's almost like you're travelling on a train with the destination unknown.

You're sitting on a seat near the window looking outside, imagining how things are there outside, how is it like to live in the houses that you pass by. And when you're busy noticing the outside, you at times do not pay heed to your surroundings inside the coach.

And thus some passengers who got down at a station midway fail to capture your interest, or maybe it is because of your deviation of interest towards the outside. While at other stops new people get up, and you like their company, you share and you laugh.

But sooner or later they get down.

Because it's your journey, you're the traveler and they just accompany you for some distances.

And then, maybe when you reach your destination there will still be passengers in the train, passengers you've mingled with or passengers you hate, people who were there since the train had started or people who got in just before the last stoppage, and like it or not, they will get off the train with you, at your destination which also proved to be there destination.

There is no window to look outside.
There is no window to look within.
Open the doors.

You could wish for brighter moonlit skies
But from a fair distance, they all look pretty much like mere streetlights.

You don't get time.
You create time.

Nostalgia
How often we use this word reminiscing about the past - our childhood, school days, college days..
We feel nostalgic, we dwell in the memories of the past, we talk about how great those days were and how we would do anything to just go back in time and live those days again..
Perhaps we fail to realize the fact that tomorrow we will say the same things about today, about the days we are living in now, about the emotions we are feeling now, about the time we are spending now..
I love this day. I love this weird feeling I feel today. I belong here.

Do not let the world tell you not to bloom
Just because they aren't ready for you
Just because few days after they bloomed
They died on a barren land, in the rain

You may face the same fate
But deep down you would know
It's better to die blooming
Than choosing to never grow...

What can you do for love?
Can you leave a person for love?
Can you leave a country for love?
I think I wouldn't even leave my couch for love

Sometimes, you don't get what you want the most ... At other times, you're just lucky.

The winner could be you but you lose the game. The rules mock you, and you'll whine and cry.

But some days later, you seek comfort at the fact that you didn't even try.
You'll seek comfort
At

There was this constant urge in me to tear my insides apart,
I didn't know why. By the time I made my mind that it was impossible for me
to do, there alighted the fear, haunting me with the words that rang
constantly in my head, "You're not brave enough".
I didn't feel devastated, I felt the urge to be devastated.

What if the dog fetches the stick back because it thinks you enjoy the throwing?

The girl with a moustache" they called me every now and then
"It's about time you wax your arms" those who "cared" said
I faced the fears of the dreaded thread on my face
To succumb every other week to the world's ways

Congratulations.
You've just been demoted from the "pity" sector to the "apathy" sector.
To check the validity of this offer you can ask if anyone cares.
To cancel your subscription, go get a life.
Thank you.

Attraction is often mistaken to be love.
If you're in a relationship doesn't necessarily mean you're in love. And what do you do when that ephemeral attraction is long gone?
What people call break-ups are nothing more but the realization that you didn't love them at the first place ...
Shouldn't you have been more careful before making those empty promises?

Every day is a gift. But some days are packaged better.

Someday I will pick up shells of every colour
And probably even rob the sea of its wonder
Yet I won't find a single piece
That'd resemble the broken pieces I gathered years ago
Thinking those grains of sand were whole

There will be a sea of tears,
You'll gasp for your breath at times,
You'll drag your heavy heart
And drown your soul in the sea.

But sooner or later,
The sea will dry up,
There won't be any savior ship
But you'll learn to embrace
The wet sand revealed.

Life is, at times, tough ...
And all we need to do is to prove that we are tougher than it ...

I wish not to tell you how I feel,
I choose silence so that you leave,
Kiss me goodbye and set me free...

No one "deserves" success; it is either earned with hard work or lost to the hands of fate.

Never follow the crowd ...
Until and unless you're crossing the road ...

It will be foolish not to get your heart broken, even once.
For having a broken heart makes you realize the immense capability it possesses to mend and heal itself and to love far more intensely,with every affixed piece of it that was once broken and torn apart..

It's not TIME that heals everything, it is SLEEP ...
Sleeping is the perfect answer to all doubts and troubles.
Leaving the world of reality behind and disappearing in to a world of make-believe and imaginations, is a solace you get from nothing else ...

When you know the inside stories, no matter how good looks the cover, you just cannot appreciate it ...

I think it's incomparably sweet when someone writes something for you..
even if it doesn't rhyme or even if it isn't very amorous..
even two lines of hatred written for you acknowledges the fact that someone spent a little of his time thinking about you.

But when she finally got the wings to fly she realized she had nowhere else to go to ...

Another day.
How long are you gonna scroll down?
Semicolon
Smile

The fact that you made worse decisions in the past shouldn't be an excuse to make bad decisions in the present.

And at 3am you sit near the window and wonder if there is magic ... because all you need are some fairies to take your pain away and help you sleep ... you take a book to read ... you take a pen and a paper to write ... you cling on some music that might just make you fall asleep ... yet nothing helps ... another sleepless night and all you want is the dawn to break soon ...

One can simply never take back the words he spoke.
And when you know you unintentionally did hurt someone, instead of letting it go or keeping a distance from that person, you can actually do something to mend the broken. That's the least we can do, when circumstances never are on our side; we can stick to our words and promises even if people change and fate ruins..

Because there are a million thoughts that never sleep
and a million more that wake up as each second passes by ...
And it's insanity inside
but I can no longer keep quiet
Oh, I can't speak as well
I need to write
I have to write ...

Sleep!
May be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things never changed, the apocalypse never happened, and everything's fine, normal, at home.
Or may be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things have changed, for the better, the apocalypse is over and there's light, hope and a new home.
Sleep, you crazy soul, just sleep.

Inspiration doesn't lie on the sleeves of great leaders, but it is instead hidden in the hearts of the simple souls who seldom show the potential they carry with them.

Those were the three words seldom asked to her.
Yet, she knew they hold a healing power in them; For they bring a million thoughts to the mind and more to the soul; For the answer is far deeper than what is simply said on the face.
She understood, so she asked him what was seldom asked to her,
How are you?

I asked myself only when he needed my help, "How will the broken heal the wounded?

The funny and the most beautiful thing about LOVE is..
you don't need any one else to fall in love with,, you can love yourself, the ambiance
around you, the things which belong to you, and even those which don't..

What if you wake up one fine morning only to realize that the life you have been living since the last few days was nothing but a dream of yours?

Would you go back to sleep then?

I wake up each morning only to realize you're not by my side. And if this emptiness is nothing but a nightmare, let me wake up and go back to the time we were together...

Conversation of the Day -
He: How do you describe yourself in two words?
Me: You don't.

Do you have a shoulder to cry on?
Someone who would listen to your deepest woes without judging you?
Or is it just you and the image in the mirror?

He saw her red eyes filled with tears of anger.
"Tell me why this rage?" He asked holding her in his arms. "Why do you fence for yourself so much?
She sighed and muttered, "Because all I really want is nothing but to be proved wrong.