04 June 2015

On She Will Build Him a City

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Raj Kamal Jha, She Will Build Him a City


- So many question marks, their dots and their hooks float in the air, block my view of your beautiful face. And I say, yes, maybe there is. -

- He is going to kill and he is going to die. That's all we know for now, let's see what happens in between. -

- This time it's the road that has become a living thing curling up into the sky, then coming down to break his car window and swallow him. -

- My wife says your KG teacher is the one who knows you best because she knows you when you know nothing, she is the one who teaches you how to read, write, count and I never got to say thank you to you. -

- The shortest love story ever told is when a parent tells her child that she loves a man who is not her father. -

- Why don't you push me to learn how to live without you? -

4 Jun 2015 16:52:37 | Books

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