Mukesh Anand

“Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth. Roll up that tender air and the plant dies, the colour fades. The earth we walk on is a parched cinder. It is marl we tread and fiery cobbles scorch our feet. By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. ‘Tis waking that kills us.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“Everything is uncomfortable for the first time: School, Smoking or Sex.”
― Aakash Deep, Those Days...I never cared about!