Pawan Mishra

Sometimes we all get dusty by a few mundane and tiring affairs__nd merely need a gentle soul wash to see, and get deeply entangled with, the fervors of life again.

Our perception could either be our path to nirvana or an invisible cage that bottles us up.

Relationships are the flavors of life.

Depression is a reality with everyone. What__ important is the ability to move on.

He was a chicken in the outside world that turned into a lion on entering the house.

I wonder if they were aware of the power of complimentary alcohol during World War I.

If you thought with your minds and not your roosters, you would get the point!

Everyone__ mind has sort of a slum division__ flirtatious spot that doesn__ give a hoot about how grave a situation is but constantly endeavors to derail more earnest thoughts, almost like a death-wish backseat driver.

Talented minds have always been stealthily targeted by mediocre ones.

Her beauty effortlessly managed to arrest the pulse of each heart at the office and keep it in a dreamlike cage where she could have a look at each at her will and derive pleasure which, it had to be said, was a touch malicious in nature.

This is where the whole thing entered into a vicious cycle, for her proximity always inebriated the hearts, thus only deepening their desire to remain hostages in the cage so that they could booze even more on that beauty.

Matters of the heart are so incalculable!

Most of a husband__ life is spent in doing research on his wife.

The thirty-plus years of marriage between the ceiling and the cement plaster showed signs of weakness by frequently developing cracks and holes.

Despite progress witnessed elsewhere in the matters of heart, parents in this part of the world hadn__ quite come around to letting their adult offspring choose their lovers.

You need to be my wife to win with me.

If you think there is no time to write now, there would never be.

Cliches are the viruses that infect your writing with diseases.