#Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Perhaps that was why I had to endure pain — because true transformation can only happen in the crucible of suffering.

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Motherhood taught me something new about love. It was the one relationship where you gave everything you had and then wished

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We cannot force ourselves to love — or to withhold it. At best, we can curb our actions. The heart itself is beyond

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Around me celestial flowers are falling in a crystal shower. Or are they the tears of the gods who crowd the skies, looking

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Love was full of contradictions. Sometimes the person you loved weakened you and sometimes he or she made you a stronger person.

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She had always been this way: interested — quite unnecessarily, some would say — in the secrets of strangers. When flying,

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I am buoyant and expansive and uncontainable – but I always was so, only I never knew it!

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For isn’t that what our homes are ultimately, our fantasies made corporeal, our secret selves exposed? The converse is

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Time is the great eraser, both of sorrow and of joy.

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I tried to hold on to this compassion, sensing its preciousness, but even as I reached to grasp it, it dissipated into wisps.

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I pondered the word endure, what it meant. It didn’t mean giving in. It didn’t mean being weak or accepting injustice. It

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The darkness is a cresting wave. It sweeps me up out of my body until I float among the stars, those tiny bright pores on

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And finally, I bless my daughters, who are yet unborn. I pray that, if life tests them — as sooner or later life is bound to

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Ebb and flow, ebb and flow, our lives. Is that why we’re fascinated by the steadfastness of stars?

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I liked his voice, rich and unself-conscious even when he forgot words and hummed to fill in the gap. What I didn’t understand,...

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There was an unexpected freedom in finding out that one wasn’t as important as one had always assumed.

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