simran

“The simile of a bird in the hand and two in the bush doesn't really fit here. For there is nothing in my hand and everything in the bush, and yet I choose the nothing-”
― Franz Kafka, Letter to His Father

“Once a boy came running in from play and asked, Mother , what is milk? My friends say it is creamy and white and has the sweetest taste, second only to the nectar of the gods. Please, mother, I want milk to drink.

The mother, who was too pure to buy milk, mixed some flour in water, added jaggery, and gave it to the boy.

The boy drank it and danced in joy, saying, Now I, too, know what milk tastes like!

And the mother, who through all the years of her hardship had never shed a tear, wept at his trust and at her deception.”
― Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, The Palace of Illusions

“Expectations are like hidden rocks in your path—all they do is trip you up.”
― Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, The Palace of Illusions

“My writing was all about you; all I did there, after all, was to bemoan what I could not bemoan upon your breast.”
― Franz Kafka, Letter to His Father