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“You won't change anything significant in the world if you try to be like it. Change comes when you do something different.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Rishte Aak Dhaage Se Baadhe Hote Hai Jiskee Door Kisi Ak Ke Hath Me Hotti Hai
Aak khechata Hai Or Doosra Use Thaame Rehta Hai
Jab tak Wo Thaame Rehta Hai
Rishta Bana Rehta Hai Bhaale Hi Us Rishate Me khuch Rahe Yaa Na Rahe
Ager Essa Khuch Apki Life Me Hai Too
Us Dhaage Ko Itna Mat Kheech Dena Ki Thamne Wada Hi Toot Jaaye
Or Aap Tanhaa Rah Jaaye Kyu Ki Fir Wo Saathi Bapas Nhi Aayega

Kisi Ko Giraana Per Itna Nhi Ki Wo Girna Hee Bhool Jaaye.”
― Ashutosh Chaudhary

“Everyone is different. This is why you like more sugar while I like it more salty.”
― Barun Singhania

“Your life would have been very different if you'd been raised here."
"How so?"
"Well, for starters, you would have been given two very specific names. The first would be an official name that ended in -nomiya. It means imperial member." Right. His name. Makotonomiya. "The second would be a personal name. Scholars would have drafted a list of options. I would have picked one, then sent my choice to the emperor. For approval, of course."
"Of course."
"The emperor would have written your anointed names on washi paper and placed them in a lacquered cypress box with the gold chrysanthemum emblem. The box would have been sent to the palace, then to the hospital and placed on your pillow, right next to your head," he says in a low, warm voice. "After the naming ritual, you would have been bathed in a cedar tub."
"That sounds nice."
He swirls the liquid in his glass. "A floral emblem would have been chosen for you."
My breath makes little clouds. The fireworks are over. Near the pond, fireflies appear, dancing over the water in concentric circles. It's cold. Even so, I'm not ready to go inside yet. "What would you have chosen?" My eyes are as wide as saucers. My heart is open. I want this to work so badly. I want my life to be different. Better. More whole. Superhero epic.
"I chose the purple iris."
The vase in my room----a single iris. He thought about me. He cares. My eyes sting. I bat my lashes against the tears. If he asks about them, I'll say it's the breeze.
"It stands for purity and wisdom.”
― Emiko Jean, Tokyo Ever After