Quotes by Parul Wadhwa

A thousand happy moments succumbed to history. It was the happiest hour of the year, worst time of our lives. I can still smell the ruins from that cold dark brute stormy October night.

In my opinion, Fiction is a figment of our imagination & it causes us to dream but Reality taints dreams, and the F.scott Fitzgerald has clearly depicted this in The Great Gatsby.

Im determined that I wont give up on my dreams for anything. I have evolved in these years. Learned and outgrown a lot many things including the unrealistic expectations of my family,fake relationships,societys criticism,surpassed people who are intimidated by my outspoken nature, Faux friends and especially the people who disappear in dark whenever they think its easier for them to do so. I have grown over stupid and useless conversations. The insecurity and the feeling of self doubt. I have never been less burdened.

Learn to value yourself enough to walk away from the crap in life and never settle for less than you deserve.

I am sick and tired of coming good on expectations.

All I can say is if one was tea, the other coffee. If one was smoke, the other cigar. There is absolutely nothing in common between them except they both fought to win.

Nostalgia washes over me with tons of memors and lifetime rolled on this land. Every oblivious memory from the childhood wraps open in the fragrance of these busy roads and familiar land, long signals, irritating traffic,honking cars,rushing people,excessive pollution defining Delhi at its best.

Just because some dreams never see light that doesn’t make us nonbelievers, they are wings to our sky and fiction makes us dream. I know the truth is fatal, especially for the stubborn’s but trust me the illusion is worse.

Out of all the things that look & bleed, the most bruised is a man who has seen his dreams crushed and experienced miserable hopelessness.

Living independent might come as appalling as the word to anyone but me. The one who thinks its a cool idea and worth it, has sure forgotten that independence comes with a price. If one doesnt still agree, you gotta try staying at a hostel.

College life is different, entirely different like you dont have to get ready and wear that red and crisp blue school uniform and look alike every day. Free to define ourselves with statement attire. Good thing.

I walk alone and on my own.

We are hell different but vanity keeps us stuck.

They may not know each other to say it, but it was never hidden. How much ever they hated each other, fate ties them together.

Cut offs are like real sadist as they watch some folks happy and disappoint the majority. People dream of a life at Delhi University. Delhiites know there is something special about the brand name and life at the campus. Rest as they say is history and it speaks volumes.

Setting the remains of a freshly erupted volcano, I walk.

Well, its true for every elder sibling, We have this supremely potent weapon parents on our side in such matters. In fact, such are the times when our maturity works wonders in hitching parents to our side over these younger siblings.

I have a distinct air of myself standing amidst such a crowd of people. My eyes set above, looking at the tall building if it bespeaks a promising note. I don’t know how fair is life, All I know is I have a plan to alter the face of it, the way I choose. A purpose, a driving motive, and an obsession.

It feels like home, far from home, yet homely. I have always been a fan of Delhis practical life not that i have lived in an aspiration or yearning to make a living here, but delhi has always been on my soapbox.

As much as they were right for each other, time wasnt right for them.