Chaapa dukkho maapa shukh...

"There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes..."
-Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being.

To live with the knowledge of having wronged is infinitely more painful than that of being wronged.
For, there is not the slightest hope of retribution: the single factor that marks the glorious vanquished from the ignominous victor.
I'd rather be Hector than Paris.

Ex-es on the Why Axis

It was all perfect…perfect…JUST perfect. He had never felt anything as beautiful as this before.Never felt anything that would so completely suffuse his entirety with the essence of another human being.

Each time, however, she would bring her face down in a moment of intense passion to meet his mouth, all he could see was the same face lowered in the exact same angle over the one she had loved before. Yes, this is how she moves when in love, he thought…whenever in love, he visualised.
This is how she clings to the shoulder in ecstasy.
This is how she closes her eyes when kissed.
This is how she arches languorously when caressed.
This is how she daintily traces the contours of her lover’s arms with the tip of her fingers…

And suddenly he no longer was part of the making of love. He was a voyeur to her past.
A puppet participant.

Intimacy is felt best when you steal moments out of a crowded scape...