Entrepreneur starts with an exaggeration, converts to a dream and then ends it with a vision!

— Jasleen Kaur Gumber

Failure should be archived in head, not heart!

— Jasleen Kaur Gumber

Failure should be archived in head, not heart.

— Jasleen Kaur Gumber

First, the thoughts are chosen, then the prayers are spoken. The candles are lit, then the plea is submitted. But soon after you move away, there is wax;melting, adulterating and braiding-a new constellation up on your blanks.

— Jasleen Kaur Gumber

Follow the ideal doing, grind the beans just before brewing. Use spring water, for softened water, makes a horror. A parley perfect, between the coffee, and the milk, with some, brown sugar thick.” (Poem: An apology of a coffee lunatic, Book: Ginger and Honey)

— Jasleen Kaur Gumber

For once, engulf,not air, but hope. For once, breathe on, a firm belief!

— Jasleen Kaur Gumber

… Get me a cappuccino, with toasties, flavored in Jalapeño.”“Anything special for the cappuccino?” He asked, the waiter chivalrous.“Follow the ideal doing, grind the beans just before brewing. Use spring water, for softened water, makes a horror. A parley perfect, between the coffee, and the milk, with some, brown sugar thick.” (Poem: An apology of a coffee lunatic, Book: Ginger and Honey)

— Jasleen Kaur Gumber

Hanging conversations, uncertain observations, incomplete imaginations. Unsent text messages, unreplied mails, undecided calls, unattended places. Unsettled pledges, distant searches. Some underutilized wages, some unseen dreams, sitting on dried leaves, believing the unbeliever…bidding adieu, to the accepted, how much she wanted to-do, what was, detested!

— Jasleen Kaur Gumber

He is deaf, and keen to accept, any economical operation, that will correct his situation. He visited the doctor best, and started talking on subject, like the after-effects, and if any threats. The doctor medically checked, and asked him what he expects? He expressed, he wants to be addressed-in words, and not in signs. And how keen he is, to have his ears listening. He wants to listen the echo of, sun-set over that crimson dawn. He is keen to know, the sound of, a blooming rose. He wants to know what it sounds like, when a seedling grows. But Doctor- if you say: You are incapable, then I better get away, for then there is- nothing worth to be heard, in your seemingly wordy world.

— Jasleen Kaur Gumber

He isn't the best, neither am I. But we are the best version of ourselves with each other. And that's pretty close to Perfection.

— Jasleen Kaur Gumber