For how long can you go on translating everything that you are into a language which can be easily understood? For how long and how much really can you simplify yourself? Should you? Should there be a need to? Should anyone have to go through the complexity of feeling that what they are isn't comprehensible? What they are is attractive because it's mysterious? Because it's wrapped in so many ambiguities and intangibles that everyone can be awed by them and admire them for a certain time and till a point, that after that threshold is met, which often is quite early, they unmiraculously metamorphose into what's hard to be around, complex to fathom the length and breadth of and an emptying feeling that however much you say, you might as well scream your lungs out while you are at it and nobody would understand a word, because they weren't listening? Because your screams were soundless, afterall?

- Chitra Pachouri