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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.

When one has to leave behind almost everything, it hardly matters what one takes.

I am turmeric who rose out of the ocean of milk when the devas and asuras churned for the treasures of the universe. I am turmeric who came after the nectar and before the poison and thus lie in between.

And if I wasn’t able to bar anger, or her insidious cousin, irritation, From my heart, at least some of the time I bit back the sharp comments that I had prided myself on dispensing so freely all these years.

Did you ever think how monotonous your life would be if you could see all that was coming to you?

To see a loved one in pain is more wrenching than to bear that pain yourself.

Anger and self-pity are useless emotions, so I push them away and speak calmly, even though my heart is breaking all over again.

What is more numerous than the grass? The thoughts that rise in the mind of man. Who is truly wealthy? That man to whom the agreeable and disagreeable, wealth and woe, past and future, are the same. What is the most wondrous thing on earth? Each day countless humans enter the Temple of Death, yet the ones left behind continue to live as though they were immortal.

Perhaps that was why I had to endure pain – because true transformation can only happen in the crucible of suffering. All impurities fall away from gold only when it’s heated to melting.

Ah, how helpless we children are, how dependent on the whims of adults.

Is the desire for vengeance stronger than the longing to be loved? What evil magic does it possess to draw the human heart so powerfully to it?

Perhaps we are always alone, from the time we leave the safety of our mothers’ wombs until the time Waheguru gathers us to Himself.

Rage rises up in me until my whole body is scorched, for some kinds of burning don’t require a fire. Not a word of love, not a word of apology for the sorrow he has caused me. Not a word about the unjust and cruel way in which he sent me away. He hasn’t even called me by my name.

I heard the laments of the people of Hastinapur, their sorrow at losing us. But I no longer required their tears. It baffled me that as a younger women I’d thought that such a thing would make me happy.

Never choose something because it’s easier.

Anything that makes us forget our true selves is a trap, princess – even something we love or define as beautiful.

Such is the ancient law of the universe. Of karma and its fruit. The idea of motive is irrelevant to it.

All through the history of the world, the virtuous have suffered for causes unseen. Learn from Nal and Damayanti to bear your misfortunes bravely. Like theirs, your evil times, too, will come to an end.

Sarojini admits he has a point; girls have to be toughened so they can survive a world that presses harder on women, and surely Bimal does a good job of that. But deep in a hidden place inside her that is stubborn as a mudfish, Sarojini knows she is right, too. Being loved a little more than necessary arms a girl in a different way.

She laughed out loud. ‘I can’t teach you that,’ she said. ‘Love comes like lightning, and disappears the same way. If you’re lucky, it strikes you right. If not, you’ll spend your life yearning for a man you can’t have. I advise you to forget about love, princess. Pleasure is simpler, and duty more important. Learn to be satisfied with them.’ I should have believed her and modified my expectations. But I didn’t. Deep in my stubborn heart I was convinced I deserved more.

How pride had kept them from admitting their mistakes – and.

She did understand about sacrificing values for the sake of love. It was a lesson all mothers had to memorize.

All of us groping in caverns, our fingertips raw against stone, searching for that slight crack, the edge of a door opening into love.

The laws of karma were complicated, and ultimately, one never escaped them.

I learned a new fact about love that day: it could kill. Sometimes it could kill instantaneously.

Most of all, I understood that things happen to us for many complicated reasons, arising from both the past and the future.

The herbs and chants weren’t working because of my anger towards Ram. In some dark part of my soul, I wanted him to suffer.

I closed my eyes and willed my breath to slow, my conscious mind to fold itself inward. I could feel heat pulsing from my daughter’s head, her frantic thoughts whirling like broken glass. I loosened my hold on my body and dropped into that whirlpool.

Maybe it was that sense that comes to us all at some point in the growing-up process, that we are separate from our parents and must suffer our own lives, with our own sorrows. Or maybe it was something simpler, a childish spite, Let her hurt like I’m hurting. And then the light changed and she started driving again.

I want to weep too, not for me but for us all – for rich or poor, educated or illiterate, here we are finally reduced to a sameness in this sisterhood of deprivation.

So this, too, was true of love: it could make us forget our own needs. It could make us strong even when the world was collapsing around us.

Why was it that our holy men who made a big deal of giving up so many things – comfort, fame, family – couldn’t seem to give up their tempers?

You will be remembered for causing the greatest war of your time.

You did what you were supposed to. Played your part perfectly.

Good daughters are fortunate lamps, brightening the family’s name. Wicked daughters are firebrands, blackening the family’s fame.

Why are you attracted to self-sabotage? I.

Forgive me, Sister, I said silently, you who are the unsung heroine of this tale, the one who has the tougher role: to wait and to worry.

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 do – they’ll be able to stand steadfast and think carefully, using their hearts as well as their heads, understanding when they need to compromise, and knowing when they must not.

It’s a rare man – and an even rarer ruler – that can remain untouched by jealousy in the face of a peer’s sudden prosperity.

I may be injured; I may even be wounded to the heart; but I’m not defeated yet.

That’s how love stops us when it might be healthier to speak out, to not let frustration and rage build up until it explodes.

And have you come to set me free finally, Govinda?” he asked. “Have I paid sufficiently for my theft?

My mother clutches at the collar of my shirt. I rub her back and feel her tears on my neck. It’s been decades since our bodies have been this close. It’s an odd sensation, like a torn ligament knitting itself back, lumpy and imperfect, usable as long as we know not to push it too hard.

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

In the white marble hall of the hotel, I’m waltzing with Rajat. The music is a river and we’re dancing in it. It winds against our bodies, muscular as a serpent.

I listened mesmerized, visualizing the goddess with her divine mate, wondering if it was possible for humans to replicate this perfect relationship. Would I be blessed with such a love in my life?

No, Ashok. Love is not a tap. It flows and flows like blood from a wound, and you can die of it.

Who am I to say that small joys are less valuable than a passion which shatters your life?

The pleasures that arise from sense-objects are bound to end, and thus they are only sources of pain. Don’t get attached to them. And: When a man reaches a state where honor and dishonor are alike to him, then he is considered supreme. Strive to gain such a state.

And the mother, who through all the years of her hardship had never shed a tear, wept at his trust and her deception.

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