The Strange Woman & Other Stories

"See, Raman. Im a twenty-first century girl. The institute of marriage and its duties are now outdated. You earn, and Im not a house-wife. So, why should my desire to be limited to yours? I believe in an independent life. You, live in your way, and let me live in mine," replied she confidently.

"No, Raman, no. You should have had faith in your love. Heart is not a garden in which spring comes every year. It comes only once in it, and gives the happiness the whole life," said Mrs. Malhotra staring at him, but he dared not look into her eyes.

"I was like a bird that flies in the sky to touch the heaven, sans thinking it will have to come on earth some day," said she sadly.

"Vinita, life is like walking on rope; if you lose your balance, your fall is sure, and the fall may be so heavy that you will never stand up for walking ahead."

"May God grant her wish! But, when life is given by God, how can man decide its destiny?"