Report, if you have a problem with this page“ My mother clutches at the collar of my shirt. I rub her back and feel her tears on my neck. It's been decades since our bodies have been this close. It's an odd sensation, like a torn ligament knitting itself back, lumpy and imperfect, usable as long as we know not to push it too hard. ”
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
From : Before We Visit the Goddess