Try to remember that you are the instrument and I the doer. If you can hold on to this, no sin can touch you. Instrument,
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 th...
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...
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.
Early in my life, I learned to eavesdrop. I was driven to this ignoble practice because people seldom told me anything worth knowing.
Drupad was mystified. He'd had little to do with the Kaurava clan, whose kingdom lay to the northwest, in Hastinapur. From what he'd heard, their blind ruler, Dhritarashtra, was a quiet, careful man.
Anger and self-pity are useless emotions, so I push them away and speak calmly, even though my heart is breaking all over again.
A well-meaning man, Dhai Ma liked to say, is more dangerous because he believes in the rightness of what he does. Give me an honest rascal any day!
The bird began to carry them to a new life in a new land. We'll be happy ever after, the queen wanted to whisper to her daughter as they flew, but she knew that was not true. Life never is that way. A...
Don't create snakes out of ropes. You have enough to worry about.
The confidence of the untested.
It’s not enough to merely love someone. Even if we love them with our entire being, even if we’re willing to commit the most heinous sin for their well-being. We must understand and respect the values...
So many photos, so carefully preserved. How absurdly central I'd been to my mother's life.
Maybe it was that sense that comes to us all at some point in the growing-up process, that we are separate from our parents and must suffer our own lives, with our own sorrows. Or maybe it was somethi...
How, without detaching ourselves from the spell of the past, can we focus fully on the moment that faces us?
Forgive me, Sister, I said silently, you who are the unsung heroine of this tale, the one who has the tougher role: to wait and to worry.
Dear Anju, for whom love means that we must want the same thing, always. That we must be the same. She has not yet learned that ultimately each person - even Anjali and Basudha - is distinct, separate...
But truth, when it’s being lived, is less glamorous than our imaginings.
Ah, now I have learned how deep in the human heart vanity lies, vanity which is the other face of the fear of being unloved.
A problem becomes a problem only if you believe it to be so. And often others see you as you see yourself. I