Only if I heal, can you heal. Only if you heal, can I heal. Otherwise, we would continue to scar each other.

— Srividya Srinivasan

She did not care what a ludicrous picture she might be painting, a fat happy old lady in her night gown, swinging on a small little swing in the dead of the night.

— Srividya Srinivasan

The gift of love is in the simplest and utter joy of just being with the other. In coming alive to the present moment, together. In recognizing and being overwhelmingly grateful that among countless other possibilities that the vastness of life throws, the moment was possible. The impatience of love, is to desire a million such moments stretching forever. Small. Beautiful. Profound. Fragile. Floating away like flowers on the flowing brook. How foolish we are sometimes to miss the gift of the present, in our desire to imprison the future?

— Srividya Srinivasan

The people who need to grow, are the ones allowed the least chance to have a say in their own growth.

— Srividya Srinivasan

There are times when you are home to yourself and you long for company.

— Srividya Srinivasan

There should be a measure for happiness or sadness, like the width of your smile, the twinkle in your eyes, the depth of your laughter or the salt of your tears.

— Srividya Srinivasan

The stories we pretend to do not exist, are the stories that will haunt us till the end.

— Srividya Srinivasan

The Valley Weeps Weep softly o mother, the walls have ears you know... The streets are awash o mother! I cannot go searching for him anymore. The streets are awash o mother with blood and tears, pellets and screams. That silently remain locked in the air, while they lock us souless inside. The guns are out o mother, while our boys go armed with stones, I cannot go looking for him o mother, I have no courage to face what I will find. They fill the air o mother, The fragrance of plastic flowers will place them beside your grave if I ever do survive, flowers that have no soul. And would never fade with time, The sun shines glorious o mother The water sparkles so fine The buds are closed in terror and birds have gone silent with fear There is poison in our heaven o mother dread for what more is in store. They came for him o mother, yesterday as you slept inside, He went marching o mother with all the others beside. I never told you o mother, I do not know if he would ever return. The streets are awash o mother! I cannot go searching for him anymore. Weep softly o mother, the walls have ears you know... If your old blind eyes can see, You will want to see again no more. Our men have lost their spirit Our women have lost their smile, Our children have lost their laughter, The valley has lost its shine, Weep softly O mother For, we still have our pride.17/07/2016

— Srividya Srinivasan

They praised open the door in the morning. The beatific expression on his face was exactly what one would find in a temple deity or the just dead - an unsmiling smile. The absurdity and humor was there if one could just seat, the question and answer staring one in the face.

— Srividya Srinivasan

We belong where we are most loved

— Srividya Srinivasan