Rishabh Agarwal

“Every thing you love is very likely to be lost, but in the end, love will return in a different way.”
― Franz Kafka, Kafka's Selected Stories: A Norton Critical Edition

“In the beginning, there was darkness.
There was only empty sky that stretched out forever in all directions, and all was dark and cold and still. Into the night was poured many years of time, forever and forever, until finally, the flow of endless years became a womb, and a soul was conceived.
That first soul became aware of the darkness and the cold and the stillness of the night and the passage of time. It became aware of itself. It gained a wisdom and created thoughts, but at first, the little thoughts all slipped away and tumbled through the night to places the soul could not reach. Again and again it tried to recapture its lost thoughts, but it was unable to find them in the night, so the soul turned all of its thoughts into light, so that even if it could never think of them again, at least it could keep an eye on them.”
― R. Lee Smith, Olivia

“freedom is nothing but the distance
between the hunter and the hunted”
― Bei Dao, The August Sleepwalker

“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”
― Mary Oliver