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All that could have been


Humaari Adhuri Kahaani

I have not seen the movie, I have just read the book.
It is an easy read, and is a very typical Bollywood love story but with some sensitive issues involved.
If you want to read the book, do not read it for the storyline.

Read it for the dialogues.

I really loved the dialogues in this book. Describing love is perhaps one of the most difficult things, but throughout the book, you will come across different definitions of love that would just make you sit and ponder on it for quite a while.


Here are my favourite quotes from the book: 

" If she were that simple, would she be worth seeking?"


"Why did it seem so difficult to talk about love?
Because the world offered, again and again, instances of love, not just love that was mentioned or spoken of but love in action. Only a cynic could doubt the power of Love or it's reality, and only a fool could be a cynic"



"Joy and woe are woven fine,
a clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine,
Runs a joy with silken twine.
"



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