Be polite and respectful to all and don’t take sides.
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.
It is unfair that one person should suffer in order for others to be blessed. If the gods were powerful enough to shape our destinies, why couldn't they just send us a good fortune untainted by sorrow...
Perhaps the smell of the balm had put me in a trance, for as I moved my hands back and forth, I thought I saw hanging in the night sky a great web, its glinting threads woven from our present nature a...
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...
Pain, which is ultimately only like itself.
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...
I long to stretch out on the sofa, wrapping myself in the red quilt that's lying there. Then, with a stab, I recognize the quilt. My father had brought it back from a business trip he took to New Engl...
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...
Each word she’d set down in the journals was a gift and a wound.
Like many Indian children, I grew up on the vast, varied, and fascinating tales of the Mahabharat.
Love comes like lightning , and disappears the same way..If you are lucky it strikes you right..
You will be remembered for causing the greatest war of your time.
It’s hard to tell them apart, what we bring upon ourselves and what destiny determines.
In your yearning you have made me into that which I am not.
Isn't that what truth is? 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.
Everytime i have turned the page he re-enters my life as awkward as postscript
Good daughters are fortunate lamps, brightening the family’s name.
Aren't we all pawns in the hands of time, the greatest player of them all?
The wind blows through him, cleansing. Salt and distance, smell of the deep.
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