Irfan Master

“Remember that you told me that a monsoon doesn't discriminate? Rich or poor, kind or cruel, we are all equal in the monsoon. And yet we carry on as normal! We go to school, market stalls open and close, we play cricket, we laugh. Meanwhile, the monsoon gathers. We are all liars, Ma. We are all great deceivers. I am a liar but I'm not the only one.”

“There is always a choice,' I whispered. Looking at the storm-flared sky, my heart filled up like a sinking boat, sadness welling up faster than I could ship it out with my cupped hands. 'You choose to come after me even though you knew it would cause you trouble.' 'I'll always be your friend,' replied Manjeet in a low voice. 'We just can't be friends. I'm sorry. I have to go.”

“If you tell a lie long enough, it becomes real. Then the lie no longer exists and all you're left with is your version of the truth.”