I never understood why boats have to made of paper, and that's the important question.
Who knows where we head from here? Does it matter?
I don't know how long it will take me to allow myself to get scared again.
It’s easy to ask ‘why’ and it’s tough to answer it.
I think it's easier to be happy when you know less about it.
Today is Father's Day, and I couldn't spend it with my Dad the way I wanted to.
We might not bend our heads at temples, but keep a mobile phone in the sanctum sanctorum and I’m sure everybody will bow their heads.
I'm shaping this year like a potter at a wheel, and of course, I've had a few failed attempts.
I think of life as one long to-do list.
Interestingly creativity is such a thing you can never run out of.