Mother? Yudhisthir asked. Haven't our scriptures
You could also call it waking,' Krishna continues. 'Or intermission, as one scene in a play ends and the next hasn't yet begun.
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...
Never choose something because it's easier.
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.
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As I remember my grandfather and those Christmas mornings he gave for a little girl's pleasure, I know that often a big life starts with doing small things.
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.
Fashion wasn’t as important to me as to Urmila. There would be time enough to wear my mother’s saris. And in any case Ram’s eyes were on me all the time, too.
You will be remembered for causing the greatest war of your time.
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...
No, Ashok. Love is not a tap. It flows and flows like blood from a wound, and you can die of it.
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 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...
Girls have to be toughened so they can survive a world that presses harder on women.
Everytime i have turned the page he re-enters my life as awkward as postscript