I walk out of the room, lurching under the weight of the lesson I've learned less than one hour into wifehood: How quickly the sweetest love turns rancid when it isn't returned. When the one you love loves someone else. — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Copy Share Image
A problem becomes a problem only if you believe it to be so. And often others see you as you see yourself. — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Copy Share Image
Because ultimately only the witness -- and not the actors -- knows the truth (Vyasa to Draupadi) — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Copy Share Image
I walk out of the room, lurching under the weight of the lesson I've learned less than one hour into wifehood: How quickly the… — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Copy Share Image
“Looking down from the heights of Maslow's pyramid, it seems inconceivable to us that someone could actually prefer bread to freedom.” — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Copy Share Image
“...each person is distinct, separate. That ultimately we are each alone” — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Copy Share Image
Sometimes -- she knows this from her own life -- to get to the other side, you must travel through grief. No detours are… — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Copy Share Image
“I have to believe in possibility. How else can we bear the enormous weight of life?” — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Copy Share Image
In life, it's best not to take anything for free - unless it's from someone who wishes you well. — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Copy Share Image
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 of the other might match. But dream worlds are not static like cutouts; sooner or later they change shape, leading to… — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Copy Share
“Hi mam I am Divya studying 2nd year English I am doing research about you so please tell me the relation of Anand in… — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Copy Share Image
Everytime i have turned the page he re-enters my life as awkward as postscript — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Copy Share Image
