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.
Chitra Banerjee DivakaruniAfter 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.
Chitra Banerjee DivakaruniSometimes -- she knows this from her own life -- to get to the other side, you must travel through grief. No detours are possible.
Chitra Banerjee DivakaruniEverytime i have turned the page he re-enters my life as awkward as postscript
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni