Missing, Presumed Dead Quotes

“When I do decide to run away, you will never find me. Remember that. Not only will you never find me, but you will lose yourself trying to find me.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“That’s what she was, broken pottery, patched up with gold, the gold shimmering through the places where she had been cracked open, and left bleeding.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“Infidelity, he now realised, had nothing to do with the lack of love, and everything to do with the lack of respect.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“Daylight always had that ability to make things less fearful, whether it was cuts and bruises or the monsters in the dark corners of the mind.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“Hadn't he taught her that monogamy was a social construct that held no relevance with the reality of the human heart? That the heart could love, over and over again and unshackle itself from the bondage of loyalty it owed one person without a smidgeon of guilt.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“It was strange, this feral creature, the body. It would stay denied for months, for years, and then, at one touch, a moment’s trembling indiscretion, it would raise itself and reach out without a moment’s hesitation for what it wanted, in complete contravention of all previously held notions of honour, propriety and morality.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“She followed him, with the curious camaraderie that comes from having done something death-defying together.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“Over each year, the pauses in his sentences had elongated themselves to become silences. The silences eventually stopped punctuating conversations, and the conversations became silences punctuated with words.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“She was overwhelmed, not merely by the house. It was the freedom of the moment, where she was no longer playing her roles of a mother, a wife. Now, at this moment, in the middle of nowhere, she was just an ordinary woman.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“But love does not listen to reason nor comprehend that anything more would be demanded except the ability to love.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“They did not care that the kothi was on the banks of a river that swirled lazily at a slight distance, away from their bedroom windows, the rushing of the water when it was in spate creating white noise for the tumult that the lives within the homes struggled to cope with.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“It felt like whatever the issue was, it was being repeated by spectral beings who were taking sides.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“In the distance, the Himalayan range flared into fluorescence, as its snowy peaks reflected the moonlight back at the velvet sky, split into half by the shimmering strip of the Milky Way.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“...realising that all the time he had been hunting for Aisha in her, and found nothing but the warmth of another body and the chill of a soul he couldn’t touch.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“...with the nonchalance that came from the belief of youth that nothing could go wrong, and whatever could already had.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“...what dystopian forces in the universe had conspired to get the two of them, with their destroyed souls, together, in this dance of despair.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“And it showed on her, the uncertainty with which she reached out to touch him, the uncertainty of someone who doesn’t know how a simple reaching out will be received.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“Wasn't hate merely love flipped over onto its back, kicking and squealing for attention, the angst of unrequited emotion that would not be denied?”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“Running away from home. Or running away from myself within my home.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“She dared not speak about the voices in her head, they had been quiet for a long while now. Speaking about them might tempt them to start screaming to be let out again.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“Love is a country where you leave the passports of rationality at the customs when you enter, to be collected when you exit.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“Every heart needed to contain stories that were too overwhelming to reveal to another human being, for fear that sharing them would diminish their enormity.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“Outside, a brisk wind churned the wind chimes on the porch into a forbidding cacophony of discontent.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“The two half sisters, strangers to each other, sat at the breakfast counter looking out at the unhindered view of the hills.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“That was the only time she'd allowed herself to break down before the teenaged Aisha, who was finding it difficult to wrap her head around the fact that the father she hero-worshipped had feet of clay.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“It was the stretch and give of the lycra. And the deep blue, invitingly deep, the deep blue of sleep she longed for, blank and intense, and dissolving everything that would make her toss and turn endlessly through the night.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“The same open face, the same skin that was poised delicately between tawny and olive, the same eyes that could go from melting caramel to piercing copper shards in a split second.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“There is a trembling eloquence to certain silences that words would only diminish, that can draw two people together the same way other silences tear two people apart.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“What stung were the tears that dripped unbidden into the ruptured skin. They were salty, a familiar taste of distilled sorrow. When they mixed with blood, they created a potion for grief, that when swallowed, could drown her in a morass of darkness from which it would take her days to emerge.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead

“It would be difficult to explain how her mind sometimes twisted in on itself, like Kekule’s snake and sometimes swallowed its tail.”
― Kiran Manral, Missing, Presumed Dead