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I don't put much stock in remembering things. Being able to forget is a superior skill.
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fiction
indian-american
divakaruni
immigrant-fiction
indian
mothers-and-daughters
houston
novel
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Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni |
1a5f4c1
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What is the nature of life? Life is lines of dominoes falling. One thing leads to another, and then another, just like you'd planned. But suddenly a Domino gets skewed, events change direction, people dig in their heels, and you're faced with a situation that you didn't see coming, you who thought you were so clever.
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relationships
fiction
love
women-s-books
indian-american
divakaruni
immigrant-fiction
mothers-and-daughters
novel
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Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni |
444796a
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She lifts her eyes, and there is Death in the corner, but not like a king with his iron crown, as the epics claimed. Why, it is a giant brush loaded with white paint. It descends upon her with gentle suddenness, obliterating the shape of the world.
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india
indian-american
immigrant-fiction
indian
mothers-and-daughters
novel
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Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni |
34ba20b
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But inside loss there can be gain, too,like the small silver spider Bela had discovered one dewy morning, curled asleep at the center of a rose.
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india
fiction
child-narrator
indian-american
divakaruni
immigrant-fiction
women-s-fiction
mothers-and-daughters
novel
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Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni |
acf02dc
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"Would you like to come in?" I said. My hands were sweaty. Inside my chest an ocean heaved and crashed and heaved again. "I would," he said. I saw his Adam's apple jerk as he swallowed. "Thank you." I was distracted by that thank you. We had moved past the language of formality long ago. It was strange to relearn it with each other."
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fiction
divakaruni
immigrant-experience
immigrant-fiction
indian-authors
love-mothers-and-daughters
indian
women-s-fiction
mothers-and-daughters
novel
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Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni |