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...
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...
Pain, which is ultimately only like itself.
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...
Motherhood taught me something new about love. It was the one relationship where you gave everything you had and then wished you had more to give.
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.
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...
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.
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.
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...
He never wasted time, Ram, especially on things he believed he couldn’t change.
Girls have to be toughened so they can survive a world that presses harder on women.
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...
My favorite part was when my grandfather and I would make a special trip to Firpo's Bakery for red and green Christmas cookies and fruitcake studded with the sweetest cherries I've ever tasted. Usuall...
Be polite and respectful to all and don’t take sides.
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.
May your heart be mine, may my heart be yours. May your sorrows be mine, may my joys be yours.
Like many Indian children, I grew up on the vast, varied, and fascinating tales of the Mahabharat.
It’s hard to tell them apart, what we bring upon ourselves and what destiny determines.
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.