“ Sifting through scattered memories is like sifting through sand. Some remain, some simply slipaway…– TARA Amita Trasi
“ 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 Amita Trasi
“ It took me most of my childhood to realize that traditions have infinite power over us.-MUKTA Amita Trasi
“ The truth remains quiet inside us,floundering like a battered bird,desperately wanting to spread itswings and fly away.-TARA Amita Trasi
