Your childhood hunger is the one that never leaves you.

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

That's how it is sometimes when we plunge into the depths of our lives. No one can accompany us, not even those who would give up their hearts for our happiness.

Everyone has a story. I don't believer anyone can go through life without encountering at least one amazing thing.

I tried to hold on to this compassion, sensing its preciousness, but even as I reached to grasp it, it dissipated into wisps. No revelation can endure unless it is bolstered by a calm pure mind- and I'm afraid I didn't possess that.

Because ultimately only the witness -- and not the actors -- knows the truth (Vyasa to Draupadi)

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.