Every time he raised his hands on her. He killed a prince from a fairy tale somewhere deep within her heart, brutally.

— Akshay Vasu

Every time he saw her he realized the reason why they always said humans are made of stardust.

— Akshay Vasu

Every time he saw her, he realized the reason why they always said humans are made of stardust.

— Akshay Vasu

Every time I am in the dark and a bit of light falls on me, I see a bit of you in my shadows. There is always a bit of you in every song I hear, in every thought I conceive, in every rain that I drench in, in every star that I stare at in the sky every night and in every breeze that touches me.

— Akshay Vasu

Every time I hold your hand in the night and look at that star, I remember the fact that it is millions of light years away from us, we are looking at its past, and it doesn't exist anymore, and I always end up feeling, what if we both are made up of the dust of the same star we are staring at.

— Akshay Vasu

Every time I stare into those eyes of yours, they shine like a mirror with the sharp edges, piercing trough every bit of my reflection. It makes me feel like a child lost in the woods. And all of a sudden I hear a song somewhere and a shiver runs down my spine. A song that I have heard somewhere before. A song that makes all my demons dance forcefully at once.

— Akshay Vasu

Every touch of you on my skin has burnt and etched your name on my soul. Whenever I close my eyes and try to feel myself, all I can hear is constant echoes of your name in my head, and all I can feel is the constant longing for the darkness.

— Akshay Vasu

For all the way he loved her. Every song had her memory, every rain had her smell, and every girl had her face.

— Akshay Vasu

For it was the light, that was flowing in her veins but not blood. Every time she was wounded, she killed the demons in the dark, rather than feeding and keeping them alive.

— Akshay Vasu

Have you ever imagined walking with me? A long walk on an empty road, on a cold night. Where there is no one around, except us. My hand touches yours, in the name of sweet accidents. The stars decide to shine, and the galaxies decide to burst inside me, instead of the sky. And all of a sudden, my hands try to play with your fingers. Until my fingers fill the gaps between yours.

— Akshay Vasu