99 Quotes & Sayings By Sanhita Baruah

A world full of "certainties"All the plans, all the vanities. Where black covers the white Suited in "confidence"- the constant fight. A million roads I dream to take One 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". Sanhita Baruah

But some relationships aren't 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 that's why they're never termed "LOVE". They simply remain what they were - mere RELATIONSHIPS. Sanhita Baruah

Someday you shall meet someone Who's gonna look at you in awe- Flying high, wings all spread, And wonder how it'd be like To clip those wings, Tie those feet down, And cage you forever... When you hit the ground, Remember to run Sanhita Baruah

It's 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 haven't seen in ages. It's been 12 years now, and I haven't smiled at him even once. Sanhita Baruah

She awaits the rain like a writer embraces metaphors, A drizzle isn't 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. Sanhita Baruah

I've heard you say so many a time That I know just the right words to say, just the right lines to rhyme... Today it's been 7 years since we last met I have learnt to say just the wrong words, just the lines you hate.... 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 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 month's 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. . Sanhita Baruah

You're back where you swore yourself you wouldn't be The familiar shackles you can't tell from your own skin Your head's under water when you learned to swim On a road to hell, congratulations, you're free... Sanhita Baruah

Congratulations.You've just been demoted from the "pity" sector to the "apathy" sector. To check the validity of this offer you can ask if anyone cares. To cancel your subscription, go get a life. Thank you. Sanhita Baruah

The girl with a moustache" they called me every now and then" It's about time you wax your arms" those who "cared" said I faced the fears of the dreaded thread on my face To succumb every other week to the world's ways 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 strips, no wonder, seems too dull to imagine. Sanhita Baruah

I have seen travel plans happen only when they were made overnight. Sanhita Baruah

Maybe that's what writers do- Maybe they exaggerate pain just so that you feel okay about what you're feeling. 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 store would open if I wait for three more hours then.8am and the doc would prescribe me a few medicines over whatsapp. I would make three cups of tea by then. I would quiet my mouth as it would bite on my arm. By twelve I would finally be relieved as the meds would work. But it's only midnight now.. wish you another goodnight's sleep.. . Sanhita Baruah

What if you are just destined to get hurt, to be helplessly stuck in a point of time you no longer want to be? Maybe life is all about trying to get up while you fall a little bit deeper in the pits of hell, each time you try not to... Sanhita Baruah

Life isn't about falling in love as much as it is about learning to get over hatred.. Sanhita Baruah

People are going to break promises, and they will have every right to till the point you realize that you don't change plans based on someone else's words. Sanhita Baruah

It will be foolish not to get your heart broken, even once. For having a broken heart makes you realize the immense capability it possesses to mend and heal itself and to love far more intensely, with every affixed piece of it that was once broken and torn apart.. Sanhita Baruah

My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU. Sanhita Baruah

Those were the three words seldom asked to her. Yet, she knew they hold a healing power in them; For they bring a million thoughts to the mind and more to the soul; For the answer is far deeper than what is simply said on the face. She understood, so she asked him what was seldom asked to her, " How are you? Sanhita Baruah

It doesn't seem like you're living a life, it's almost like you're travelling on a train with the destination unknown. You're sitting on a seat near the window looking outside, imagining how things are there outside, how is it like to live in the houses that you pass by. And when you’re busy noticing the outside, you at times do not pay heed to your surroundings inside the coach. And thus some passengers who got down at a station midway fail to capture your interest, or maybe it is because of your deviation of interest towards the outside. While at other stops new people get up, and you like their company, you share and you laugh. But sooner or later they get down. Because it's your journey, you're the traveler and they just accompany you for some distances. And then, maybe when you reach your destination there will still be passengers in the train, passengers you've mingled with or passengers you hate, people who were there since the train had started or people who got in just before the last stoppage, and like it or not, they will get off the train with you, at your destination which also proved to be there destination. 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 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

And truths, these days, are spoken The same way promises are made, With gritted teeth and crossed fingers. Sanhita Baruah

Let it rain on some days, Let yourself shiver on some cold nights, So when it's Spring you'll know why it was all worth going through. Sanhita Baruah

Sometimes, you don't get what you want the most... At other times, you're just lucky. Sanhita Baruah

No matter how "normal" people look, living "ordinary" lives, everyone has a story to tell. And may be, just like you, everyone else is a misfit too. Sanhita Baruah

When you know the inside stories, no matter how good looks the cover, you just cannot appreciate it... 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 second to think about it - may be not about the characters, nor about the piece, but at least about the idea. 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 freely in the country without fear . and what about the one who faces the wrath and bears the bullets? He leaves a movement behind.. but haven't such movements always been ephemeral? Is death the price you need to pay to open the eyes of those who care but just for a couple of days? . Sanhita Baruah

There's nothing more unattractive than a man who blames predestination for his own failures and a woman who blames men for her own vulnerability... Blame thyself Sanhita Baruah

Even when it seems that there is no one else, always remember there's one person who never ceased to love you - yourself. Sanhita Baruah

So when they win, it's their hard work And when they lose, it's their bad luck 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 fallen hard on a cold ground and are still lying there, what do you tell others who are taking the fall? You close your eyes. You accept to lie there a little longer. But I lie on my bed now, and it's a little too warm today. Sanhita Baruah

I knelt in front of life, folded my hands and prayed for some more time; there couldn't be any. My heart bled and so did my tearful eyes. Time, they say, flies, but I saw it slowly passing by taking each of my tardy breaths with it as it walked out of my life... Sanhita Baruah

It's strange how people give up on you within weeks of promising that they will always be there..and it's just sad that promises are destined to breakand when you had finally believed in that one promisesomeday you give up on yourself too...and it's not about love, it was never..it is, at times, about barren hopes and a bleak tomorrow... Sanhita Baruah

Sleep! May be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things never changed, the apocalypse never happened, and everything's fine, normal, at home. Or may be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things have changed, for the better, the apocalypse is over and there's light, hope and a new home. Sleep, you crazy soul, just sleep. Sanhita Baruah

Nostalgia"How often we use this word reminiscing about the past - our childhood, school days, college days. We feel nostalgic, we dwell in the memories of the past, we talk about how great those days were and how we would do anything to just go back in time and live those days again. Perhaps we fail to realize the fact that tomorrow we will say the same things about today, about the days we are living in now, about the emotions we are feeling now, about the time we are spending now. I love this day. I love this weird feeling I feel today. I belong here. Sanhita Baruah

One can simply never take back the words he spoke. And when you know you unintentionally did hurt someone, instead of letting it go or keeping a distance from that person, you can actually do something to mend the broken. That's the least we can do, when circumstances never are on our side; we can stick to our words and promises even if people change and fate ruins.. Sanhita Baruah

A hand-rolled cigarette to smoke, Another one bought from the store. If he lights one, his mind's lit up Another one burns a hole.. Sanhita Baruah

I'd rather be not the light in your life The bright day might make me obscure I'd rather be the cold darkness For it remains, unseen, uncertain and unsure Sanhita Baruah

Loving someone can never be difficult, it's when you judge the other person that everything tumbles. Loving someone is easy, so I fall, rise or fly in love over and over again. what's difficult is being loved in return. Unrequited love is amusing. It's more fun when the person you love doesn't know you do. what's difficult is when he does. and that makes you what you'd never want to be - Vulnerable. . Sanhita Baruah

Of all the things you said I couldn't doforgetting you has been the easiest... Sanhita Baruah

Often it feels like I am breathing today only because a few years back I had no idea which nerve to cut... Sanhita Baruah

But when she finally got the wings to fly she realized she had nowhere else to go to... 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 to lessen the pain I feel every night. But every morning I wake up is another day, hopeless and miserable, with nothing but a deafening silence, a wave of tears, memories and your absence. Sanhita Baruah

There was this constant urge in me to tear my insides apart, I didn't know why. By the time I made my mind that it was impossible for meto do, there alighted the fear, haunting me with the words that rangconstantly in my head, "You're not brave enough". I didn't feel devastated, I felt the urge to be devastated. Sanhita Baruah

It’s not TIME that heals everything, it is SLEEP...Sleeping is the perfect answer to all doubts and troubles. Leaving the world of reality behind and disappearing in to a world of make-believe and imaginations, is a solace you get from nothing else... Sanhita Baruah

What if you wake up one fine morning only to realize that the life you have been living since the last few days was nothing but a dream of yours? Would you go back to sleep then? I wake up each morning only to realize you're not by my side. And if this emptiness is nothing but a nightmare, let me wake up and go back to the time we were together... Sanhita Baruah

He saw her red eyes filled with tears of anger. "Tell me why this rage?" He asked holding her in his arms. "Why do you fence for yourself so much? She sighed and muttered, "Because all I really want is nothing but to be proved wrong. Sanhita Baruah

For grief has always been so dear to you that you would make me writhing in pain in the brothel of your imaginations than to be playing with a bunch of balloons in the yard where I should have been."" And may be that's why, you'd rather talk to me about this, than to write a story about me where I could live happily. Sanhita Baruah

I find beauty in sadness, and peace.. and a mystery waiting to be solved. the more you unfold the mystery, the more you are mesmerized by the layers of mystery lying underneath. and solitude becomes the perfect company for sadness.but again, the feeling you get when you realize you're not alone gives you inexplicable happiness. and there's satisfaction in happiness, , and another mystery which is unknotted yet difficult to penetrate . 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 paper to write...you cling on some music that might just make you fall asleep... yet nothing helps... another sleepless night and all you want is the dawn to break soon.... Sanhita Baruah

That was the thing about her. When you told her about an incident where you so badly screwed up, half expecting her to laugh at you in amusement, half anticipating a smirk of disgust, she would hardly express her pity or maybe she did express what she felt, for she would just nod her head, gesturing you to go on... As if it's normal... As if you're normal. Sanhita Baruah

Do you have a shoulder to cry on? Someone who would listen to your deepest woes without judging you? Or is it just you and the image in the mirror? Sanhita Baruah

The fact that you made worse decisions in the past shouldn't be an excuse to make bad decisions in the present. Sanhita Baruah

Often the most tricky questions are the ones we secretly know the answers of. What are you running from? What are you waiting for? Sanhita Baruah

I think it's incomparably sweet when someone writes something for you.. even if it doesn't rhyme or even if it isn't very amorous.. even two lines of hatred written for you acknowledges the fact that someone spent a little of his time thinking about you. Sanhita Baruah

Some selfish people rise because some kind people haven't learned the art of saying no to them. Sanhita Baruah

After torturing our adrenaline by watching a horror movie for a couple of hours the places we are most afraid of are the doors and windows of the room even though they are the only ways for us to escape in case of occurrence such an event. Sanhita Baruah

You realize you've forgiven people, your past and yourself when you don't speak bad about them anymore, even if you're encouraged to do so, even if you remember you were once brutally broken because of them... you just move on, let go, let them be and let yourself be... Sanhita Baruah

It was either the chaos of a crowd of thoughts or the silence of solitude... nothing in between.. Sanhita Baruah

Do you know that pain of leaving when you look back expecting to see a face waving goodbye at you but all you see is a dark abandoned corner? There won't be any reason to return then. All you can do is look ahead and not to stumble and fall on the pit ahead waiting for you. Sanhita Baruah

Apologize! That's the least you can do to try to make right something you have wronged. Sanhita Baruah

Fictions are realities we don't think of, that are happening to people we know nothing about. Sanhita Baruah

Don't bring me the stars from the sky, I'm planting sunshine in my backyard. Sanhita Baruah

The moment when you realize no one understands, no one ever did, no one ever will. You were alone, you always will be. But may be, just may be, someone will look up to you someday. And when they do, remember to hide those tearful eyes, to smile and to say - "look, life's so good. Sanhita Baruah

I am an optimist and when I am too sure of something or someone, well, of course it turns out that I am wrong. . at other situations, I imagine the worst and needless to say, I am again wrong Sanhita Baruah

Nay, you don't throw away those misplaced beads.. you find them, pick them up and make a new necklace.. probably not as beautiful as you imagined..but wearable nevertheless.. Sanhita Baruah

I couldn't find my cup of tea. So probably, I've been simply taking a sip from everyone else's cup. May be it shouldn't matter as long as there is tea to drink. Or should it? Sanhita Baruah

Because there are a million thoughts that never sleepand a million more that wake up as each second passes by... And it's insanity insidebut I can no longer keep quiet Oh, I can't speak as well I need to write I have to write... Sanhita Baruah

Loving is effortless.. while Relationships, they require your time and patience... the two things we all lack.. Sanhita Baruah

What can you do for love? Can you leave a person for love? Can you leave a country for love? I think I wouldn't even leave my couch for love Sanhita Baruah

But sometimes, when she'd be all by herself, walking home late in the evening on a crowded street she'd be afraid of her own shadow following her... Sanhita Baruah

I loved him the way some people are to be loved - from a distance. Sanhita Baruah

Life is, at times, tough... And all we need to do is to prove that we are tougher than it... Sanhita Baruah

I will love you like the desert burns along the sun when they are together, and when you will be gone, just like every one else, I will cry for you like the snow that melts at the first hint of summer...and hoping that you'll be back I will miss you like the clouds lose themselves when it rains... Sanhita Baruah

And then what's the whole point if you're harsh to those who love you and soft to those who don't care... Sanhita Baruah

If I tell you I am upset about everything that's going on around me, you will probably ask me why, half listening, half wandering away in your own train of thoughts... If I tell you I am happy, you will probably not bother to know why, congratulating me and forgetting.. I should rather tell you I am fine, satisfied, you will probably tell me your own issues then, for which I will be all ears Sanhita Baruah

Attraction is often mistaken to be love. If you're in a relationship doesn't necessarily mean you're in love. And what do you do when that ephemeral attraction is long gone? What people call break-ups are nothing more but the realization that you didn't love them at the first place... Shouldn't you have been more careful before making those empty promises? Sanhita Baruah

Never follow the crowd.... Until and unless you're crossing the road... Sanhita Baruah