Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni Quotes

Each day has a color, a smell.

Truth, like diamond, has many facets.

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.

Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.

Monday is the day of silence, day of the whole white mung bean, which is sacred to the moon.

Asif Ali maneuvers the gleaming Mercedes down the labyrinthine lanes of Old Kolkata with consummate skill, but his passengers do not notice how smoothly he avoids potholes, cows and beggars, how skilfully he sails through aging yellow lights to get the Bose family to their destination on time. This disappoints Asif only a little. In his six years of chauffeuring the rich and callous, he has realized that, to them, servants are invisible.

It feels as though it were just yesterday Grandfather exited my life like a bullet, leaving a bleeding hole behind.

Danger will come upon us when it will. We can't stop it. We can only try to be prepared. There's no point in looking ahead to that danger and suffering its effects even before it comes to us.