I came from a traditional family, and it was an exciting but challenging transition to move to America and live on my own. The world around me was suddenly so different.
Some things can't be spoken. The body alone knows them. It holds them patiently, in its silent, intelligent cells, until you are ready to see.
Monday is the day of silence, day of the whole white mung bean, which is sacred to the moon.
I've been interested in dreams myself for a long time, and it's a big part of the Indian tradition, especially where I was brought up in Calcutta in my family, which is quite traditional.
You could also call it waking,' Krishna continues. 'Or intermission, as one scene in a play ends and the next hasn't yet begun.
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 pr...
What enchantment did my betrothed possess that made even enemies forget their ancient rivalries in their desire to make him happy?
I saw that this was how we would live out the next decades, dragging ourselves from one expected action to the next, hoping by meticulous duty to bring each other some small measure of happiness. But...
Once I said to my mother, As long as there’s fresh bread in this world, things can’t be beyond repair.
I couldn’t control what was done to me. But my response to it was in my control.
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 di...
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.
I thought that if lokas existed at all, good women would surely go to one where men were not allowed so that they could be finally free of male demands.
But some things can’t be told that way, I know that now. They can only be approached stealthily, from behind, like wild birds. And even then they catch your scent and take flight before you throw your...
Sometimes he sang to me, making me smile because he was always slightly off-key, my husband who was so perfect at everything else. For me, that was part of his charm.
In life, it's best not to take anything for free - unless it's from someone who wishes you well.
Be polite and respectful to all and don’t take sides.
No, Ashok. Love is not a tap. It flows and flows like blood from a wound, and you can die of it.
It's a rare man—and an even rarer ruler—that can remain untouched by jealousy in the face of a peer's sudden prosperity.
Pain, which is ultimately only like itself.
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