Modesty is good. But not when it comes at the cost of honesty.

Even after 'Gangster' being a success, I was considered a B-grade actress and was a sidekick, even though I was good at what I did, and was jobless for two years.

I cannot approach someone; I lack the confidence when it comes to the guy I desire. I'm very good when it comes to matchmaking and hooking others up. But I can't help my own cause.

I don't find anything upsetting or gross or degrading about fighting with a mental illness: Bipolar or Schizophrenia.

Freedom of being alone is intoxicating.

I need nothing from my companion. No money, no financial security, no emotional support, nothing. All I want is the freedom to be myself.