“Silence is overrated. So is sleep. So is… whatever you’re holding onto so tightly.”
One evening, a pipe burst in her kitchen. Vignesh appeared with a wrench and a grin. “You owe me. Come to my gig tonight.” Konchem Ishtam Konchem Kashtam Tamilyogi
“No,” she replied. “We’re running toward the wrong kind of safety.” “Silence is overrated