The heart wants what it wants.
To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall. — Ann Patchett
Look around. It’s almost gone. If only someone had told me that before. About life. If only I had understood. —Marisha Pessl
Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns. -Marty Rubin
The first time that I tasted falooda was during my first visit to India. I was nine and it was love at first sip.
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