Hate is such a beautiful feeling and so undermined at that. Every drop of hate is as much deep a red, as a drop of fierce love. Why would you shirk this feeling away. Why would you not open your heart to the scars and feel every stab and jolt of pain? Why would you not hold your won quivering pieces and touch them to your lips? Why would you not hate with as much effort as you would give to love? Why would you keep your own hate, your own pure feelings away from you! Nothing comes out of hate? Does. It is a glittering word, REDEMPTION.

Quote by Geeta Masurekar- from 'Here is how it happened'urekar