Faraaz Kazi

«What kind of songs do you like? she asked.»

Faraaz Kazi


«Remember, someone, somewhere in some corner of this somewhat big world, is out there crying if you’re unhappy and is happy if you are! And you know who that someone is!»

Faraaz Kazi


«Walking alone is not difficult but when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone then coming back alone is what is difficult.»

Faraaz Kazi


«Night is when the whispers of the past become the echoes of the present.»

Faraaz Kazi


«All the good times evaporated like naphtha, the moment some air of misconceptions touched it.»

Faraaz Kazi


«That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.»

Faraaz Kazi


«The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did.»

Faraaz Kazi


«Little did I realise how much I would miss those ten minutes, those ten minutes in which I lived an entire lifetime.»

Faraaz Kazi


«Love, he told himself, was open to interpretation like any other abstract indulgence but followed the same principles everywhere, irrespective of everything else. One, either won or lost in love, there was no bridge in between, and he decided he had lost, lost to himself, if not to her.»

Faraaz Kazi


«Grief embraced him and welcomed him back, showering tears upon his arrival.»

Faraaz Kazi


«A lie that could help someone focus on his life was better than a hundred simple truths.»

Faraaz Kazi


«Today many of these selfish politicians are preying on the nation itself – (belching corruption and farting discontent!)»

Faraaz Kazi


«She flooded my thoughts. I drowned in peace.»

Faraaz Kazi


«If I had a choice, I wouldn’t be here… I wouldn’t be anywhere.»

Faraaz Kazi


«Politics is clearly a not so happening topic in our young blood. I could clearly see many students yawning. Some might have been discussing the new Shakira video amongst themselves, the one shown on MTV these days. Bloody donkeys, if it was a porno movie featuring an interracial orgy, their eyes might have ogled out and ears might have become sensitive to the oohs and aahs but not for causes of the nation. Hrmpf …youth power indeed!»

Faraaz Kazi


«Fate, they say, fate- the clay that molds the events of your life, and it was the same fate that had thrown the stone of her heart on the building of his expectations. But then wasn't it his fault that he had constructed the building of glass? Hadn't he failed to cement the bricks of his love with trust and colour them with security? There was no insurance for broken hearts, no ointment for wounded souls and there would never be one, he knew.»

Faraaz Kazi


«The skies bend, the time stops, the lanes move and the fires dance,»

Faraaz Kazi


«What was he? A mere human, stuck between the rungs of blended adolescence and nascent adulthood. What power did he command over the mysterious forces of love? Which sword could shatter the impenetrable armour of desire?»

Faraaz Kazi


«He did not have anything on him except her thoughts, except the good times he had once shared and the bad times he so desperately wanted to forget.»

Faraaz Kazi


«Life goes on... with or without you.»

Faraaz Kazi


«But a cock does not enter a hen… it enters a…meow-meow!»

Faraaz Kazi


«There is beauty within each one of us. It just takes the right person to spot it.»

Faraaz Kazi


«If a man cries in front of you, it doesn't mean he's weak. It means that he trusts you enough to let his guard down.»

Faraaz Kazi


«The tears of my eyes watered your heart but failed to evoke a response from the barren grounds of what beats in you. They will still come and I will welcome them because they contain you.»

Faraaz Kazi


«No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.»

Faraaz Kazi


«He took the last seat, as usual, a subtle reminder of what he was and what he had become.»

Faraaz Kazi


«Our love is the reason romance was created.»

Faraaz Kazi


«His mind scolded him for his stupidity and urged him to forget her but his heart had no justifications for its stand. It remained unmoved, its solidarity unaffected, its arrogance still holding.»

Faraaz Kazi


«He noticed that she threw away the crumbled bus ticket on the street as soon as she got down. He picked it up and put it in his pocket along with his own a memorabilia of their first date together, just like a strand of her hair he would find later on his shirt and the broken pen cap that she would go on to search in the laboratory and so many other such small things which he would collect.»

Faraaz Kazi


«Trust is the base for all relations. If it breaks, then it’s not easy to rejoin. It’s very easy to say ‘I don’t trust you’, but the pain these words cause is immense.»

Faraaz Kazi