Gaha Sattasai

"Like a flash his love vanished A trinket gets dangled in your world you reach for it and it’s gone"

"Mother, were he abroad I’d bear the separation but to live in separate houses in the same village is worse than death"

"You may think you have much to say about the night spent with your lover. The whisperings, the teasings, the little quarrels, and even how he smelt. But my friends, in truth from the moment his hand felt my skirt I remember nothing."