“It was like that with her mother – memory upon memory stacked together like the feathers in a wild bird, there to keep her warm, or when she needed to, fly. She was the wings of her, the very wings.” — Tahmima Anam Copy Share Image
“Before placing her in her mother's arms, she whispered, as she had at all the other births, hello, little amphibian. Someone had to acknowledge… — Tahmima Anam Copy Share Image
“She felt the urge to tell him more, to explain about the abortions she had done after the war, and that she hadn’t realised… — Tahmima Anam Copy Share Image
“It was like that with her mother – memory upon memory stacked together like the feathers in a wild bird, there to keep her… — Tahmima Anam Copy Share Image
“So Rehana printed a few cards and sent them with boxes of sweets to everyone she knew. Orange-studded Laddus and curd-dusted Pranharas, the sweet… — Tahmima Anam Copy Share Image
“Her eyes adjusted to the new contours of the building. The decline was far worse than she had imagined. Here, grey streaks across its… — Tahmima Anam Copy Share Image
“Rehana regarded the saris and tried to recall the feeling they had given her, of being at once enveloped and set free, the tight… — Tahmima Anam Copy Share Image
“She didn’t think of the debt she was repaying, that each of the babies she brought into the world might someday be counted against… — Tahmima Anam Copy Share Image
“Sufia began to grind turmeric with a giant stone shaped like a rolling pin. She passed the stone back and forth over the turmeric… — Tahmima Anam Copy Share Image
“This war that has taken so many sons has spared mine. This age that has burned so many daughters has not burned mine. I… — Tahmima Anam Copy Share Image
“Her hands on the harmonium were delicate, square-tipped, her bitten-down nails paying homage to the seriousness of the task; her brows were knitted together… — Tahmima Anam Copy Share Image
