“Please God, let me be a mother.” The world stopped. I ceased to exist as a woman with a prayer. I became the prayer, the smoke, the fire, the air, the sound.” — Ranjani Rao Copy Share Image
“Who knows what goes on in a marriage? Even my parents, who had a compatible marriage, had their points of contention. They had figured… — Ranjani Rao Copy Share Image
“Please God, let me be a mother.” The world stopped. I ceased to exist as a woman with a prayer. I became the prayer,… — Ranjani Rao Copy Share Image
“Shouldn’t there be more to a marriage? A clarity of purpose? A unity of vision? Team spirit? Common goals? A mutual love of things… — Ranjani Rao Copy Share Image
