Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, The Mistress Of Spices Quotes
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.
How can I forgive if you are not ready to give up that which caused you to stumble?
Monday is the day of silence, day of the whole white mung bean, which is sacred to the moon.
Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.
Fennel, which is the spice for Wednesdays, the day of averages, of middle-aged people. . . . Fennel . . . smelling of changes to come.
She lifts a bowl of kheer and her thoughts, flittering like dusty sparrows in a brown back alley, turn a sudden kingfisher blue.