A feminist is a woman lover not a man hater

— Srividya Srinivasan

Delayed, unexpressed appreciation is meaningless. The dead need no appreciation. The living do.

— Srividya Srinivasan

In a relationship, it is not what you ask and receive that delights. It is receiving what you wanted but never asked

— Srividya Srinivasan

It is finally about the quality of the conversations and silences we share, isn't it? We become strangers when we have nothing to say to each other. We die to each other, when the conversations in us die. Sometimes, a little every day, until one day we go completely silent, and we are simply left looking at a stranger whose habits we know

— Srividya Srinivasan

It is highly abnormal today to be happy in this highly abnormal world. It can only come with complete distancing from all things around, all events around and all people and our equations with them. We transact, interact only to the extent of necessity and our well-being. The question is then what remains of us from such acute levels of detachments that we build as safety barriers to safeguard our happiness ? If our happiness is so fragile, then are we truly happy ? If we are immersed in the world and still happy then we must surely possess the highest degree of tolerance for the vilest of things. The picture that emerges of a happy individual is not a happy one.

— Srividya Srinivasan

Love dies when the lover in us dies. It snaps when the lover in us gives up in defeat. When the cold, practical us takes over the self-image of us a lover. When the lover in us wins, the practical us recedes and the magic takes over, and when the lover in us loses, the practical us takes over and the magic recedes and the more the lover in us dies, the less courage we have in magic until we reach a point where we even disbelieve the very notion of magic, and magic within us. Who would believe the madness of moonlight in broad daylight? Love dies from hunger for love that love is unable to feed. If I tell you that just as the cold rays of harsh sunlight shall give away to the silver cool of the moonlight beams, your disbelief can turn to magic, are you going to believe? That the stars are there even during the day, that we are the ones unable to see, would you believe?

— Srividya Srinivasan

May every man find the softest and most fragile expression of his personality with the right woman who would treasure and honor the beauty of his femininity and not misuse it and may all women find empowering and supportive men who would exult in her self-expression and success without fear of being overshadowed by the power of her masculinity and in that beautiful new world, shall we enter as partners, equal and empowering, supporting and caring, vulnerable and strong.

— Srividya Srinivasan

Most of the conversations we are ever likely to have with people are the things we do not and cannot say

— Srividya Srinivasan

No one is a failure until that is the only definition of themselves that they are willing to see within.

— Srividya Srinivasan

Of all the deep longings, this ache for missing intimacy, cuts through sharply, like a scream in a silent room, like the last gasping breath under a stifling mask, like the huge lump in the throat that one is unable to swallow. This deep ache to be held, to know touch both the casual and intense variety, to catch an eye in answering laughter, to merge into oneness, to sing through existence in resonance with another, to simply be in deep love in openness. To live and die in intimacy and vulnerability in a loved one's arms. And, you ache alone...

— Srividya Srinivasan