Cinnamon Bizarre Quotes

“I wish to drown in my pain, alone, just like a moth dancing to its death in the flame!”
― Nishta Kochar, Cinnamon Bizarre : Collection of Short Stories

“How could someone as good looking as him not fall for someone as stunning and sexy as me?”
― Nishta Kochar, Cinnamon Bizarre : Collection of Short Stories

“The night lantern next to Begum’s khaat(Bed) was buzzing with mosquitoes and insects like a cheap night disco bar where they came in for their daily dose of dance and music.”
― Nishta Kochar, Cinnamon Bizarre : Collection of Short Stories

“Moon-rock dust is the next big thing in fashion. But until then, it’s Hubba Hubba time!”
― Nishta Kochar, Cinnamon Bizarre : Collection of Short Stories

“Chato visualised strangling her thin neck with the same underwear; tying it around her collar like a luscious red bow on a birthday present. Pesto gasped for air, her reptile like tongue sticking out, her face turning to a beautiful shade of onion pink as she choked on Chato’s kachcha. What a lovely contrast of that delicate pink against that gaudy red and green underwear. Poetry in motion, Chato thought, smiling. What an exquisite and intense way to die.”
― Nishta Kochar, Cinnamon Bizarre : Collection of Short Stories

“Pa-tay-toes, Po-tah-toes! It’s a matter of perspective, my friend. Different strokes for different folks.”
― Nishta Kochar, Cinnamon Bizarre : Collection of Short Stories

“You want to know what a woman is thinking, ask a woman. Simple!”
― Nishta Kochar, Cinnamon Bizarre : Collection of Short Stories

“Get rid of the dog! Tick Tock!”
― Nishta Kochar, Cinnamon Bizarre : Collection of Short Stories

“XOXO met the deadline and left late for her dome. She was tired and just wanted to take a music bath and rest. Not many bellows had passed when her metal wire turned red.”
― Nishta Kochar, Cinnamon Bizarre : Collection of Short Stories

“Mrs. Shah was a media favorite and the paparazzi loved her but only because she could be entertainingly obnoxious with her potty mouth and caustic mannerisms”
― Nishta Kochar, Cinnamon Bizarre : Collection of Short Stories

“Her fat neck jiggled as the words came out of her botoxed, pink mouth. Her heavy bosoms moved up and down from her agitated breathing, like two mountains that rose and fell from the turbulence of the earth beneath it.”
― Nishta Kochar, Cinnamon Bizarre : Collection of Short Stories