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Push away the past, that vessel in which all emotions curdle to regret.
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indian-authors
wisdom-quotes
mothers-and-daughters
novel
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Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni |
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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.
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divakaruni
immigrant-experience
indian-authors
women-s-fiction
mothers-and-daughters
novel
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Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni |
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She put on some music. Drum and flute, I think. She played it soft, because it was dreadfully late, a time when all good men and women, or at least the practical ones, had gone to bed. Then she danced for me.
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india
fiction
immigrant-experience
indian-authors
womens-fiction
mothers-and-daughters
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Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni |
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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 |