Jayita Bhattacharjee

As the lilac-scented breeze carries the memories...there remains the lingering reminder of the times we hold in deep...for to love deeply and live deeply.... is to smell the fragrance of life.....

— Jayita Bhattacharjee

Books that nourish the lonely hearts....as they make a song in desolate times.....they build a house to take you in when the world forsakes you....and all this they do.....with phenomenal words.....

— Jayita Bhattacharjee

The unforgettable memories are made in the briefest moments, and that's just the way it is. The sweetest things are caught in a second, that then smells of eternity..

— Jayita Bhattacharjee

The unforgettable memories are made in the briefest moments, and that's just the way it is. The sweetest things are caught in a second, which then carries a smell of eternity.

— Jayita Bhattacharjee

Grief is a flow of memories, changing forms along the way, from tears to tales of the past we once had, with those we love to the deep.

— Jayita Bhattacharjee

Recollecting the treasured memories.... strengthens the shared meaning ....by building a deeper emotional connection...It is a relational way of reminiscing about the olden times...By opening them again with the other....it becomes a throwback to the forgotten past....but as you gather those times...it becomes a shared moment cuddling by the fire...for no longer are they memories frozen mutely in time...rather a melting past revived to savor a lifeless relationship....

— Jayita Bhattacharjee

Loving the sky seeds us with grandeur, and we sense the music of life, as moments flitting through time, weave the eternal.

— Jayita Bhattacharjee

So I loved you, to be fully alive, to sense my life before its over; to explore the places of my deep where feelings become music and moments turn into sonnets; So I desired you, to take birth again, to find joy in the womb of dark; to root both feet into the ground, yet to fly in the air; to explore our depths out of which love would spring as a sea of light; to feel the moment when our eyes would meet as sunlight kisses the waves; to sense the madness when our lips would meet as moonlight fills the night; to cut through all the impermanence, and sense one moment of eternity.

— Jayita Bhattacharjee

Torn away from the bygone times, there arises the unappeased longing, for though the sun has long gone, yet the light is still alive.

— Jayita Bhattacharjee

Recollecting the treasured memories.... strengthens the shared meaning .... building a deeper emotional connection...it is a relational way of reminiscing the olden times...By opening them again with the other....it becomes a throwback to the forgotten past....but as you gather those times...it becomes a shared moment cuddling by the fire...for no longer are they memories frozen mutely in time...rather a melting past revived to savor a lifeless relationship....

— Jayita Bhattacharjee

We learn to hear the music only when we realize that time is in a flow and that which has flown will never flow again.

— Jayita Bhattacharjee

The past is still living in the present but only as a memory. Somehow memories sustain themselves for when all else dies, memories come out as the survivors.They are the legacies of yesterday...

— Jayita Bhattacharjee