He had never smoked but then had he ever loved? Life made him love and love made him smoke.

— 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

Her fragrance blew him off and his body followed steps he had never learned in his life.

— Faraaz Kazi

Her melodious laughter sounded like the distant tinkling of soft bells, and he stored the sound in her temple-his heart.

— Faraaz Kazi

He stopped his act to take a snapshot of that instant he would so treasure-her delightful laughter that could make him do anything, anything at all, in the world and beyond!

— Faraaz Kazi

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

— 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

How could he maintain the apology in his eyes without getting carried away by her cherubic innocence?

— Faraaz Kazi

How strange it is that the house of these hedonic stalwarts is filled with all the luxuries of life, right from plasma televisions to Swiss bank check books. So how will they notice the tonnes of food grains rotting in the northern belt?

— Faraaz Kazi

I could take back those moments that snatched you away from me or maybe just wipe away those ten minutes when you came to me for the first time and I looked into your eyes to realize what love is.

— Faraaz Kazi