Each spice has a special day to it. For turmeric it is Sunday, when light drips fat and butter-colored into the bins to be soaked up glowing, when you pray to the nine planets for love and luck. — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Copy Share Image
Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain. — 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… — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Copy Share Image
“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
“Rakhi likes the comfortable clutter of her life, the things she loves gathered around her like a shawl against the winterliness of the world.” — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Copy Share Image
“The wind blows through him, cleansing. Salt and distance, smell of the deep.” — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Copy Share Image
Everyone has a story. I don't believer anyone can go through life without encountering at least one amazing thing. — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Copy Share Image
