Spoor of an Indian Horse Quotes

“Silence is the only offering that one could offer to the god and silence is his ultimate celebration.”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“She was beautiful for no reason, like a poppy, like the tender smile of an infant, like a dew drop, like the sunset, like the mother-nature — the god’s ultimate expression.”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“Men get brave by the brave actions, they win over their fear by understanding the nature of fear.”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“Silence is the only offering that one could offer to the god and silence is his ultimate celebration.”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“Beauty is in the flower not at its roots”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“In the secret most corner of my mind, I conspire to live like a lotus, as a lotus, buoyant, in full bloom, untainted”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“If you don’t write your own story, you will be a character in others.”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“One thing I could assure is that they (dreams) bring out a mysterious artist in every human being, a befuddled artist with nebulous notions”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“The faith in the light, the vigor to plunge out from the mud and the sustained nobility to remain unstained by the past is what makes it a lotus”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“Humanity is divided by the dietary traditions but is united by the hunger”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“Those glittery eyes of him looked up like the candles but never flickered. In one, he held the life and in the other, the death”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“Express your heart amidst the nature, the god’s ultimate expression. That’s what I believed in”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“Men get brave only by brave actions”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“In the temples, churches and mosques gods born and die, but in the libraries they grow and evolve”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“Well, for me alone, coffee shops are like refugee camps”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“Past is something that you think you can chase, only until you realize that you are being chased by it”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“When we grow conscious of patterns, we crave for the randomness and when we are hounded by the randomness of our life, we seek pattern in it.”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“The hall looked bleak in her absence, like a moonless sky, like the forehead of a Hindu widow.”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“the coffee is my present life and the milk my childhood. Bitterness or the blandness neither could be tasted exclusively, when the god buys you a café-latte”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“Infant clouds of the gloaming were struggling to prove their loyalty to the wind. Earth strived hard to prove its fertility. Somewhere, the flowers fought hard to preserve the fragrance in their wombs for the unknown tomorrow. The life was on an endless swing, mine and yours.”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“Do they think they could spring up the love and compassion in the core of alienated humans by a mere hug? Does the happiness propagate with much ease like a modern day disease, by a mere hug?”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“I am not in favor of those who profess the idea that dreams have got meanings in them. One thing I could assure is that they bring out a mysterious artist in every human being, a befuddled artist with nebulous notions.”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“If there’s anything that frightens me the most is a nightmare. It makes me feel primitive, a too bodily and embryonic being.”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“One is stranger to oneself after a dreamy slumber”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“It still remains special as it’s forgotten, the more I tried to recollect, the more elusive it grew — like the golden deer that enchanted Sita.”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“They behaved like the pets that lost their owner. They seemed to be in a never ending whirl of chaos.”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“The omniscient, omnipotent and omnipresent god was carried in an omni vehicle from village to village. It seemed interesting.”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“There is a tempo that life follows, there is a rate your heart beats with, there is a rhythm that the nature functions in, that is what we seek in everything.”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“Like a filmy soap bubble, her smile reached me leisurely and got busted on my face to liberate all the pressure it wombed through its way.”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse

“At times, they (stars) looked like the rubies and emeralds placed for exhibition by the god.”
― Soman Gouda, Spoor of an Indian Horse