Quotes by Sanhita Baruah

It is not as much about who you used to be, as it is about who you choose to be.

You will never get everything in life but you will get enough.

No one deserves success; it is either earned with hard work or lost to the hands of fate.

A world full of certaintiesAll 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 where.A green veil covers for two years, some two decades.But the plan awaits, new roads to make.I pant, I struggle, I do my best While they say,You are, dear, but so inadequate.

But some relationships arent meant to last.They are worthy only till the time the two persons involved have time for each other.They do not know eternity. They live for the present, the now. And when distance plays it part, or life turns out to be busy, they fall apart.And may be thats why theyre never termed LOVE. They simply remain what they were - mere RELATIONSHIPS.

I asked myself only when he needed my help, How will the broken heal the wounded?

I wish not to tell you how I feelI choose silence so that you leaveKiss me goodbye and set me free

Sometimes, he gets on my nerves;At other times, I burn the ladder.

I wish not to tell you how I feel,I choose silence so that you leave,Kiss me goodbye and set me free...

Someday you shall meet someoneWhos gonna look at you in awe-Flying high, wings all spread,And wonder how itd be likeTo clip those wings,Tie those feet down,And cage you forever...When you hit the ground,Remember to run

I think one can tell a lot about a person from the way he chooses to let the stub of his cigarette burn out...

Its been 12 years now, and I think he still can read my smiles. The way my lips stretch, making my eyes look smaller than they already are. The way my cheeks turn a little red, forming new wrinkles near my eyes. The way the dimple on my face makes a visit whenever I smile meeting someone I havent seen in ages. Its been 12 years now, and I havent smiled at him even once.

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.

There is no window to look outside.There is no window to look within.Open the doors.

Rule #1 of Traveling-Dont even think of answering questions that contain the word plan?

A fleeting second on someones news feed,No dearth of meanings for those who read,Not my stories but tis what I think,I say I dont write poems, I just write dreams.

You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar wordsBut the verses never meet...

She awaits the rain like a writer embraces metaphors,A drizzle isnt for the child who dances in the storm.Of rain that washes away the petrichor it brings,A downpour of a hail of bullets, and she calls it spring.

Ive heard you say so many a timeThat I know just the right words to say, just the right lines to rhyme...Today its been 7 years since we last metI have learnt to say just the wrong words, just the lines you hate....

Its 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 and wait for another monotonous day.You know the great day is not tomorrow, not even the day after, not even in a week or a months time. But it says it will come soon, the way you live your life, one day at a time, only to realize 20 years have elapsed effortlessly.It will come soon, the way you meet someone without expecting or knowing that you are going to have so much fun together. It will come soon, the way dreams come true overnight- demanding years of perspiration, ironically.It will come soon like a gush of cold air in a hot afternoon.It will come soon like a stranger you feel you have already met.It will come like a guest who would be here to stay.It will come like an eternity, a serendipity, an irony.It will come when it is time for it to come, the way you fall asleep and dreams arrive from a distant land, surely but stealthily.