She imagined herself drowning along the tides of Submenu Lake, down own into the depths of solemn solitude, splashing into the serenity of forever silence.

— Ashmita Acharya

The beauty with modest smile, whose secrecy of silent love had just been stolen, beamed at this wonderful offer, and she replenished herself with his love as a carefree child cossetted with luxurious warmth after a cold shower.

— Ashmita Acharya

True love doesn’t exist, for, love is always true. If it is not true, then it is not love at all.

— Ashmita Acharya