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

There was an unexpected freedom in finding out that one wasn't as important as one had always assumed!

Once I heard my mother say that each of us lives in a separate universe, one we have dreamed into being. We love pople when their dream coincides with ours, the way two cutout designs laid one on top of the other might match. But dream worlds are not static like cutouts; sooner or later they change shape, leading to misunderstanding, loneliness and loss of love.

Can't you ever be serious?' I said, mortified. 'It's difficult,' he said. 'There's so little in life that's worth it.

The dream is not a drug but a way. Listen to where it can take you.

Everyone breathes in air, but it's a wise person who knows when to use that air to speak and when to exhale in silence.

I liked his voice, rich and unself-conscious even when he forgot words and hummed to fill in the gap. What I didn't understand, I imagined, and thus it became a love song.