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Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
By Anonym 18 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Push away the past, that vessel in which all emotions curdle to regret.

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 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 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

...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 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 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 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 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 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 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

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

By Anonym 19 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Truth, like diamond, has many facets.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

In the white marble hall of the hotel, I'm waltzing with Rajat. The music is a river and we're dancing in it. It winds against our bodies, muscular as a serpent.

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 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 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 13 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

After the fire, when I'd tried to express my gratitude for their kindness to our customers, they'd been awkward, uncomfortable. My father had had to explain to me that giving thanks is not a common practice in India. 'Then how do you know if people appreciated what you did?' I'd asked. 'Do you really need to know?' my father had asked back.

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

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

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

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 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 19 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

What did I learn that day in the sabha? All this time I'd believed in my power over my husbands. I'd believed that because they loved me they would do anything for me. But now I saw that though they did love me—as much perhaps as any man can love—there were other things they loved more. Their notions of honor, of loyalty toward each other, of reputation were more important to them than my suffering. They would avenge me later, yes, but only when they felt the circumstances would bring them heroic fame. A woman doesn't think that way. I would have thrown myself forward to save them if it had been in my power that day. I wouldn't have cared what anyone thought. The choice they made in the moment of my need changed something in our relationship. I no longer depended on them so completely in the future. And when I took care to guard myself from hurt, it was as much from them as from our enemies

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 14 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Love comes like lightning, and disappears the same way. If you are lucky, it strikes you right. If not, you'll spend your life yearning for a man you can't have.

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 15 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

But Krishna was a chameleon.

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.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

A problem becomes a problem only if you believe it to be so. And often others see you as you see yourself.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

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

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 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

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

By Anonym 16 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Ebb and flow, ebb and flow, our lives. Is that why we're fascinated by the steadfastness of stars? The water reaches my calves. I begin the story of the Pleiades, women transformed into birds so Swift and bright that no man could snare them.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

What is the nature of life? Life is lines of dominoes falling. One thing leads to another, and then another, just like you'd planned. But suddenly a Domino gets skewed, events change direction, people dig in their heels, and you're faced with a situation that you didn't see coming, you who thought you were so clever.

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

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 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 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

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 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 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 16 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

It feels as though it were just yesterday Grandfather exited my life like a bullet, leaving a bleeding hole behind.

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 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 14 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

The heart itself is beyond control. That is its power, and its weakness.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

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

By Anonym 13 Sep

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Can't you ever be serious?' I said, mortified. 'It's difficult,' he said. 'There's so little in life that's worth it.

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.