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1ddc560	I don't put much stock in remembering things. Being able to forget is a superior skill.	divakaruni fiction houston immigrant-fiction indian indian-american mothers-and-daughters novel	Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
6acd669	Ebb and flow, ebb and flow, our lives. Is that why we're fascinated by the steadfastness of stars? The water reaches my calves. I begin the story of the Pleiades, women transformed into birds so Swift and bright that no man could snare them.	divakaruni fiction immigrant-experience indian-american indian-authors mothers-and-daughters novel women-s-fiction	Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
1a5f4c1	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.	divakaruni fiction immigrant-fiction indian-american love mothers-and-daughters novel relationships women-s-books	Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
e57d1fe	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.	divakaruni immigrant-experience india indian-american love mothers-and-daughters novel novel-in-stories women-s-books	Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
444796a	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.	immigrant-fiction india indian indian-american mothers-and-daughters novel	Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
34ba20b	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.	child-narrator divakaruni fiction immigrant-fiction india indian-american mothers-and-daughters novel women-s-fiction	Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
5aaa8c4	Bela had thought she knew what love felt like, but when she saw Sanjay at the airport after six long months, her heart gave a great, hurtful lurch, as though it were trying to leap out of her body to meet him. This, she thought. This is it. But it was only part of the truth. She would learn over the next years that love can feel a lot of different ways, and sometimes it can hurt a lot more.	divakaruni immigrant-experience india indian-american indian-fiction mothers-and-daughters novel	Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

I don't put much stock in remembering things. Being able to forget is a superior skill.

divakaruni fiction houston immigrant-fiction indian indian-american mothers-and-daughters novel

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

6acd669

Ebb and flow, ebb and flow, our lives. Is that why we're fascinated by the steadfastness of stars? The water reaches my calves. I begin the story of the Pleiades, women transformed into birds so Swift and bright that no man could snare them.

divakaruni fiction immigrant-experience indian-american indian-authors mothers-and-daughters novel women-s-fiction

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

1a5f4c1

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.

divakaruni fiction immigrant-fiction indian-american love mothers-and-daughters novel relationships women-s-books

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

e57d1fe

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.

divakaruni immigrant-experience india indian-american love mothers-and-daughters novel novel-in-stories women-s-books

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

444796a

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.

immigrant-fiction india indian indian-american mothers-and-daughters novel

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

34ba20b

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.

child-narrator divakaruni fiction immigrant-fiction india indian-american mothers-and-daughters novel women-s-fiction

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

5aaa8c4

Bela had thought she knew what love felt like, but when she saw Sanjay at the airport after six long months, her heart gave a great, hurtful lurch, as though it were trying to leap out of her body to meet him. This, she thought. This is it. But it was only part of the truth. She would learn over the next years that love can feel a lot of different ways, and sometimes it can hurt a lot more.

divakaruni immigrant-experience india indian-american indian-fiction mothers-and-daughters novel

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni