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“The Indians are the Italians of Asia", Didier pronounced with a sage and mischievous grin. "It can be said, certainly, with equal justice, that the Italians are the Indians of Europe, but you do understand me, I think. There is so much Italian in the Indians, and so much Indians in the Italians. They are both people of the Madonna - they demand a goddess, even if the religion does not provide one. Every man in both countries is a singer when he is happy, and every woman is a dancer when she walks to the shop at the corner. For them, food is music inside the body, and music is food inside the heart. The Language of India and the language of Italy, they make every man a poet, and make something beautiful from every banalite. They are nations where love - amore, pyaar - makes a cavalier of a Borsalino on a street corner, and makes a princess of a peasant girl, if only for the second that her eyes meet yours.”
― Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram

“啶氞啶灌ぐ啷� 啶啶� 啶む啶班 啶呧お啶ㄠ 啶栢啶多 啶⑧啶傕あ啶监い啶� 啶灌啶�,
啶侧さ啷嬥 啶ぐ 啶む啶班 啶呧お啶ㄠ 啶灌じ啷€ 啶⑧啶傕あ啶监い啶� 啶灌啶傕イ啷�”
― Unknown gustakh

“Keh dunga wo baat bhi tumse,
Jb aayegi barsaat phir kbhi,
Pr darta hu...
Subh ki chahat
Ho na jaye raat phir kahin,
Kho na jaye jayada ki chahat me,
Iss rishte ka andaaz hi kahin”
― Unknown gustakh

“Jo badal jaye, wo Yaar kaisa ?
Jo chor jaye, wo saath kaisa ?
Log aksar kehte hai,
Tujhe firse pyaar ho jayega
Par jo firse ho jaye,
Wo pyaar kaisa ?”
― Swastika Shikhar