“ You're back where you swore yourself you wouldn't beThe familiar shackles you can't tell from your own skinYour head's under water when you learned to swimOn a road to hell, congratulations, you're fr… Sanhita Baruah
“ Yesterday, she shed tears, keeping her head on my shoulders. And I think she's not going to be fine because I know she won't. Because a couple of years back, I wasn't.And when you know that you've fal… Sanhita Baruah
“ I, sometimes, fear that probably I'll just keep changing cities, and may be someday I'll also travel the world, but never find another soul who thinks exactly the way I do. Sanhita Baruah
“ I think one can tell a lot about a person from the way he chooses to let the stub of his cigarette burn out... Sanhita Baruah
“ A world full of "certainties"All the plans, all the vanities.Where black covers the whiteSuited in "confidence"- the constant fight.A million roads I dream to takeOne destination, knowing not I turn w… Sanhita Baruah
“ 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. Sanhita Baruah
“ My maid never sweeps under the bed so I asked her to do so today. Found a pen, three pairs of shoes and the man I had lost two years ago. Sanhita Baruah
“ A hand-rolled cigarette to smoke,Another one bought from the store.If he lights one, his mind's lit upAnother one burns a hole.. Sanhita Baruah
“ To write is to reveal oneself.When I write something, fiction or non-fiction, I do not expect you to accept what I write, nor to agree with what I propose.I expect you to spend at least a tenth of a s… Sanhita Baruah
“ In the midst of the vagaries of life, they provide us a trip to the land of goodness and fairies, of imaginations and possibilities.A childhood that wasn't spent watching cartoons or reading comic str… Sanhita Baruah
“ May be the power lies in the hands of the one who holds the gun... so he just presses the trigger whenever the slightest streak of anger passes his mind... and after a few haunting days he roams freel… Sanhita Baruah
“ 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 pa… Sanhita Baruah
“ It's that feeling you get somehow knowing that something great is about to happen... about to happen. While every passing day nothing great really does happen. You wake up, go to classes, study, sleep… Sanhita Baruah
“ Sometimes it's your fragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon.But more often, it's memories of us that cross my mind almost every lone evening.All I want is… Sanhita Baruah
“ No one "deserves" success; it is either earned with hard work or lost to the hands of fate. Sanhita Baruah
“ There is no window to look outside.There is no window to look within.Open the doors. Sanhita Baruah
“ The 2ams have held my hopes all these years as I calm my nerves down for there would only be three more hours for the world to wake up to my screams and wails of excruciating pain.Probably the drug st… Sanhita Baruah
