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.
Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.
It feels as though it were just yesterday Grandfather exited my life like a bullet, leaving a bleeding hole behind.
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.
Truth, like diamond, has many facets.
She lifts a bowl of kheer and her thoughts, flittering like dusty sparrows in a brown back alley, turn a sudden kingfisher blue.
India lends itself well to fictionalization, but ultimately, it all depends on the writer's imagination.
I came to the plain fields of Ohio with pictures painted by Hollywood movies and the works of Tennessee Williams and Arthur Miller. None of them had much to say, if at all, about Dayton, Ohio.
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...
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 rea...
We even had a different word for Christmas in my language, Bengali: Baradin, which literally meant 'big day.'
And the mother, who through all the years of her hardship had never shed a tear, wept at his trust and her deception.
Pain, which is ultimately only like itself.
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...
It's different for different people, and for a woman it's important to look as good she wants to look. But you don't need to do it for someone else or to impress some male out there. You do it for you...
It felt as though someone had reached into him and was wresting out his heart. In later life his sorrows would be deep-drawn and bone-aching sad, but never like this. Perhaps only the young can feel...
The force of a person's believing seeps into those around him— into the very earth and air and water—until there's nothing else.
I learned a new fact about love that day: it could kill. Sometimes it could kill instantaneously.
Even the wisest don't know what's hidden in the depths of their being
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.