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Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
By Anonym 14 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

I tried to hold on to this compassion, sensing its preciousness, but even as I reached to grasp it, it dissipated into wisps. No revelation can endure unless it is bolstered by a calm pure mind- and I'm afraid I didn't possess that.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Asif Ali maneuvers the gleaming Mercedes down the labyrinthine lanes of Old Kolkata with consummate skill, but his passengers do not notice how smoothly he avoids potholes, cows and beggars, how skilfully he sails through aging yellow lights to get the Bose family to their destination on time. This disappoints Asif only a little. In his six years of chauffeuring the rich and callous, he has realized that, to them, servants are invisible.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

I don't put much stock in remembering things. Being able to forget is a superior skill.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

I moved here when I was 20 to go to college. After I moved here, I became much more aware of the importance of the culture and literature to my life. Sometimes when you're immersed in something, you just don't notice it very much. Moving away makes you appreciate your culture. Living here, I've thought more and more about India, and what being Indian-American means to me. And it's made me incorporate things from Indian literature into my own writing.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

A dream is a telegram from the hidden world...Only a fool or an illiterate person ignores it.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

That's how it is sometimes when we plunge into the depths of our lives. No one can accompany us, not even those who would give up their hearts for our happiness.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

But inside loss there can be gain, too,like the small silver spider Bela had discovered one dewy morning, curled asleep at the center of a rose.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Good daughters are fortunate lamps, brightening the family's name. Wicked daughters are firebrands, blackening the family's fame.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

In life, it's best not to take anything for free - unless it's from someone who wishes you well.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Or perhaps it is just that desire lies at the heart of human existence. When we turn away from one desire, we must find another to cleave to with all our strength --or else we die.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Because it is the lot of mothers to remember what no one else cares to, Mrs. Dutta thinks. To tell them over and over until they are lodged, perforce, in family lore. We are the keepers of the heart's dusty corners.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

...don't create snakes out of ropes. You have enough to worry about.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Would you like to come in?" I said. My hands were sweaty. Inside my chest an ocean heaved and crashed and heaved again. "I would," he said. I saw his Adam's apple jerk as he swallowed. "Thank you." I was distracted by that thank you. We had moved past the language of formality long ago. It was strange to relearn it with each other.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

There was an unexpected freedom in finding out that one wasn't as important as one had always assumed!

By Anonym 14 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

I walk out of the room, lurching under the weight of the lesson I've learned less than one hour into wifehood: How quickly the sweetest love turns rancid when it isn't returned. When the one you love loves someone else.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Every person has a heart, but we're not always lucky enough to get a glimpse of it. And every heart, even the hardest, has a fragile spot. If you hit it there, it shatters.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

the darkness is a cresting wave. It sweeps me up out of my body until I float among the stars, those tine bright pores on the sky's skin. If only I could pass through them, I would end up on the other side, the right side, shadowless, perfectly illuminated, beyond the worries of this mundane world

By Anonym 17 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

May your heart be mine, may my heart be yours. May your sorrows be mine, may my joys be yours.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Tomorrow is another day. I've got plenty of things to worry about right now.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Bela had thought she knew what love felt like, but when she saw Sanjay at the airport after six long months, her heart gave a great, hurtful lurch, as though it were trying to leap out of her body to meet him. This, she thought. This is it. But it was only part of the truth. She would learn over the next years that love can feel a lot of different ways, and sometimes it can hurt a lot more.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

...this time I didn't launch into my usual tirade. Was it a memory of Krishna, the cool silence with which he countered disagreement, that stopped me? I saw something I hadn't realized before: words wasted energy.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

The story hangs in the night air between them. It is very latem, and if father or daugther stepped to the window, tehyw ould see the Suktara, star of the impending dawn, hanging low in the sky. But they keep sitting at the table, each thinking of the story differently, as teller and listener always must. In the mind of each, different images swirl up and fall away, and each holds on to a different part of the story, thinking it the most important. And if each were to speak what it meant, they would say things so different you would not know it wa sthe same story they were speaking of.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

This is the nature of sorrow; often it fades with time, but once in a while it remains lodged below the surface of things, a stubborn thorn beneath a fingernail, making itself felt every time you brush against it. (How well I knew this, for random events would startle me into the memory of a pair of ancient eyes.)

By Anonym 15 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Danger will come upon us when it will. We can't stop it. We can only try to be prepared. There's no point in looking ahead to that danger and suffering its effects even before it comes to us.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Looking back, I could not point to one special time and say, There! That's what is amazing. We can change completely and not recognize it. We think terrible events have made us into stone. But love slips in like a chisel - and suddenly it is an ax, breaking us into pieces from the inside.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Expectations are like hidden rocks in your path , All they do is trip you up

By Anonym 16 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

In the temple, I sit on the cool floor next to Grandfather, beneath the stern benevolence of the goddess's glance. Grandfather is clad in only a traditional silk dhoti--no fancy modern clothes for him. That's one of the things I admire about him, how he is always unapologetically, uncompromisingly himself. His spine is erect and impatient; white hairs blaze across his chest.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Truth, like diamond, has many facets.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

I want to weep too, not for me but for us all--for rich or poor, educated or illiterate, here we are finally reduced to a sameness in this sisterhood of deprivation.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Buddha's Wife tells a fascinating story, little known in the west, about the woman whom Buddha left behind. Gabriel Constans focuses the reader's attention on the strong and complicated women who surrounded Buddha and makes us re-think the nature of spiritual life.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Everyone breathes in air, but it's a wise person who knows when to use that air to speak and when to exhale in silence.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

My mother clutches at the collar of my shirt. I rub her back and feel her tears on my neck. It's been decades since our bodies have been this close. It's an odd sensation, like a torn ligament knitting itself back, lumpy and imperfect, usable as long as we know not to push it too hard.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

The dream is not a drug but a way. Listen to where it can take you.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Words are tricky. Sometimes you need them to bring out the hurt festering inside. If you don't, it turns gangrenous and kills you. . . . But sometimes words can break a feeling into pieces.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Everyone has a story. I don't believer anyone can go through life without encountering at least one amazing thing.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Were the stories we told each other true? Who knows? At the best of times, a story is a slippery thing. Perhaps that was why it changed with each telling. Or is that the nature of all stories, the reason for their power?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

I liked his voice, rich and unself-conscious even when he forgot words and hummed to fill in the gap. What I didn't understand, I imagined, and thus it became a love song.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

they say in the old tales that when a man and woman exchange looks the way we did, their spirits mingle. their gaze is a rope of gold binding each other. even if they never meet again, they carry a little of the other with them always. they can never forget, and they can never be wholly happy again

By Anonym 17 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

No, Ashok. Love is not a tap. It flows and flows like blood from a wound, and you can die of it.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

How can I forgive if you are not ready to give up that which caused you to stumble?

By Anonym 14 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Monday is the day of silence, day of the whole white mung bean, which is sacred to the moon.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

For men, the softer emotions are always intertwined with power and pride. That was why Karna waited for me to plead with him though he could have stopped my suffering with a single world. That was why he turned on me when I refused to ask for his pity. That was why he incited Dussasan to an action that was against the code of honor by which he lived his life. He knew he would regret it—in his fierce smile there had already been a glint of pain. But was a woman's heart any purer, in the end? That was the final truth I learned. All this time I'd thought myself better than my father, better than all those men who inflicted harm on a thousand innocents in order to punish the one man who had wronged them. I'd thought myself above the cravings that drove him. But I, too, was tainted with them, vengeance encoded into my blood. When the moment came I couldn't resist it, no more than a dog can resist chewing a bone that, splintering, makes his mouth bleed. Already I was storing these lessons inside me. I would use them over the long years of exile to gain what I wanted, no matter what its price. But Krishna, the slippery one, the one who had offered me a different solace, Krishna with his disappointed eyes—what was the lesson he'd tried to teach?

By Anonym 18 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

She lifts her eyes, and there is Death in the corner, but not like a king with his iron crown, as the epics claimed. Why, it is a giant brush loaded with white paint. It descends upon her with gentle suddenness, obliterating the shape of the world.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Above us our palace waits, the only one I've ever needed. Its walls are space, its floor is sky, its center everywhere. We rise; the shapes cluster around us in welcome, dissolving and forming again like fireflies in a summer evening.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Fennel, which is the spice for Wednesdays, the day of averages, of middle-aged people. . . . Fennel . . . smelling of changes to come.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

I saw something I hadn't realized before: words wasted energy. I would use my strength instead to nurture my belief that my life would unfurl uniquely.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Once I heard my mother say that each of us lives in a separate universe, one we have dreamed into being. We love pople when their dream coincides with ours, the way two cutout designs laid one on top of the other might match. But dream worlds are not static like cutouts; sooner or later they change shape, leading to misunderstanding, loneliness and loss of love.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

She lifts a bowl of kheer and her thoughts, flittering like dusty sparrows in a brown back alley, turn a sudden kingfisher blue.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Sometimes -- she knows this from her own life -- to get to the other side, you must travel through grief. No detours are possible.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Chili, spice of red Thursday, which is the day of reckoning. Day which invites us to pick up the sack of our existence and shake it inside out. Day of suicide, day of murder.