The heart itself is beyond control. That is its power, and its weakness.

A problem becomes a problem only if you believe it to be so. And often others see you as you see yourself.

they say in the old tales that when a man and woman exchange looks the way we did, their spirits mingle. their gaze is a rope of gold binding each other. even if they never meet again, they carry a little of the other with them always. they can never forget, and they can never be wholly happy again

Expectations are like hidden rocks in your path , All they do is trip you up

A dream is a telegram from the hidden world...Only a fool or an illiterate person ignores it.

Fennel, which is the spice for Wednesdays, the day of averages, of middle-aged people. . . . Fennel . . . smelling of changes to come.

After the fire, when I'd tried to express my gratitude for their kindness to our customers, they'd been awkward, uncomfortable. My father had had to explain to me that giving thanks is not a common practice in India. 'Then how do you know if people appreciated what you did?' I'd asked. 'Do you really need to know?' my father had asked back.