{"quotes":[{"text":"As much as they were right for each other, time wasn't right for them.","author":"Parul Wadhwa","tags":["delhi","delhi-university","destiny","destiny","life-and-living","living-in-the-moment","love-qoutes","love-story","romance","the-masquerade"],"id":972,"author_id":"Parul+Wadhwa"},{"text":"I have a distinct air of myself standing amidst such a crowd of people. My eyes set above, looking at the tall building if it bespeaks a promising note. I don’t know how fair is life, All I know is I have a plan to alter the face of it, the way I choose. A purpose, a driving motive, and an obsession.","author":"Parul Wadhwa","tags":["ambition","campus-life","competition-and-attitude","delhi","delhi-university","delhite","drive","girl","life-in-a-metro","passion","the-masquerade"],"id":11148,"author_id":"Parul+Wadhwa"},{"text":"Abstract conversations are my favourite, for they unviel true convictions.","author":"Parul Wadhwa","tags":["contemporary-romance","delhi","life-and-living","living-life-to-the-fullest","perspective-on-life","about-life","to-live-by","texting","the-masquerade"],"id":20100,"author_id":"Parul+Wadhwa"},{"text":"Faxian and Xuanzang might have been the first Chinese to travel to India, but sometimes it felt like I was the first.","author":"Hong Mei","tags":["asia","backpacking","calcutta","china","chinese","delhi","explorers","faxian","india","indian","kolkata","mumbai","travel","women","xuanzang","中国","印度","旅游"],"id":45125,"author_id":"Hong+Mei"},{"text":"Hostel is one phase in a man's life that teaches him what Indian mothers fail to teach their children despite the use of potential weapons like rolling pin,broom stick, wiper so on and henceforth. Who knows if you are luckier, you might just experience your bachelorhood as a paying guest.","author":"Parul Wadhwa","tags":["campus-life","delhi","delhi-university","hostell-life","indian-mothers","life-and-sayings","mother","paying-guest","teachings","youth"],"id":57641,"author_id":"Parul+Wadhwa"},{"text":"I am back in my beloved city. The scene of desolation fills my eyes with tears. At every step my distress and agitation increases. I cannot recognize houses or landmarks I once knew well. Of the former inhabitants, there is no trace. Everywhere there is a terrible emptiness. All at once I find myself in the quarter where I once resided. I recall the life I used to live: meeting friends in the evening, reciting poetry, making love, spending sleepless nights pining for beautiful women and writing verses on their long tresses which held me captive. That was life! What is there left of it? Nothing.","author":"Khushwant Singh","tags":["delhi","devastation","loss","mir-taqi-mir"],"id":80419,"author_id":"Khushwant+Singh"},{"text":"Nostalgia washes over me with tons of memors and lifetime rolled on this land. Every oblivious memory from the childhood wraps open in the fragrance of these busy roads and familiar land, long signals, irritating traffic,honking cars,rushing people,excessive pollution defining Delhi at its best.","author":"Parul Wadhwa","tags":["cars","delhi","delhite","life-in-a-metro","masquerade","people","pollution","rush","thrill","traffic"],"id":149298,"author_id":"Parul+Wadhwa"},{"text":"The food in the hostel mess is worst of a kind. The grief in my words reach easily to those who have 'been there and done that' Chapatti in the meal is either so uncooked or overly cooked and you can only expect dal in the ocean of water when you are ready to swim.","author":"Parul Wadhwa","tags":["campus","delhi","delhi-university","delhiites","food","grief","hostel","life-in-a-metro","masquerade","mess"],"id":175678,"author_id":"Parul+Wadhwa"},{"text":"I am sick and tired of coming good on expectations.","author":"Parul Wadhwa","tags":["delhi","delhi-university","delhiites","expectation","expectations","girl","life-lessons","life","living","the-masquerade"],"id":180875,"author_id":"Parul+Wadhwa"},{"text":"Every time the train stopped at a station, we would all hold our breath, making sure not a single sound drifted out of the closed windows. We were hungry and our throats parched. From inside the train we heard voices travelling up and down the platform, saying, “Hindu paani,” and, from the other side, “Muslim paani.” Apart from land and population, even the water had now been divided.","author":"Aanchal Malhotra","tags":["delhi","india","jhelum","migration","pakistan","partition","riots","survival","train","water"],"id":182181,"author_id":"Aanchal+Malhotra"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":26,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}