Illustration by Gemini AI “Krishna touches my hand. If you can call it a hand, these pinpricks of light that are newly coalescing into the shape of fingers and palm. At his touch something breaks, a chain that was tied to the woman-shape crumpled on the snow below. I am buoyant and expansive and uncontainable – but I always was so, only I never knew it! I am beyond the name and gender and the imprisoning patterns of ego. And yet, for the first time, I’m truly Panchali. I reach with my other hand for Karna – how surprisingly solid his clasp! Above us our palace waits, the only one I’ve ever needed. Its walls are space, its floor is sky, its center everywhere. We rise; the shapes cluster around us in welcome, dissolving and forming and dissolving again like fireflies in a summer evening.” What is quoted above is the final paragraph of Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni’s novel The Palace of Illusions which I reread in the last few days merely because I had time on my hands and this book hap...
very nice thought !
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DeleteAt the pace the world is we are not too far.. good one Tomiachan .. Happy new year
ReplyDeleteThe world is always with us. Happy New Year to you too, Sangeeta.
DeleteEveryday we open our eyes with a new hope and spirit. ..keep that spirit high and start ur hunt for a new path
ReplyDeleteAlready started. And we've begun to see light at the end of the tunnel.
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